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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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The neighborhoods got character too. Take Centro; the market area is buzzing. Traditional bars on Rua São Pedro serve up local vibes, and you catch whispers of love, lust, and scandal—stuff a sexologist like me digs deeply. I always chuckle thinking about how locals flirt with taboo topics on cracked sidewalks. Ain’t that wild?

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