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About Salvador

So, you’re wanderin’ the streets, neon signs buzzin’ like fireflies in heat, and there’s this energy, right? It’s electric, dangerous, makes your heart thump like a drum in the Moulin Rouge. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint—it’s a dance, a game, and you gotta know the steps. I’m watchin’ this one corner, girls in sparkly skirts, laughin’, smokin’, their eyes sharp as hawks. Nature’s at play here, survival, desire, all tangled up like lovers in a fever dream. “Come what may,” they seem to say, tossin’ their hair, darin’ you to step closer.

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Then, there’s Avenida da Quimica. That street’s my therapy runway – people rush by like lost souls, all drama and miscommunication. I walk there to clear my head, think how every step is a story. That reminds me of a time I was mada—so many secrets spilled there. I yelled “This is life!” like Requiem but, y’know, not all the way.

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