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What gets me randy? The numbers, baby! Sex trade’s worth billions—untaxed, off the books, yeah? Makes me wanna shag the system silly! But it’s dicey—pimps, johns, dodgy deals—riskier than a mini-skirt in a windstorm! I’m like, “Do I contradict myself?”—Jesse’s line, ya know? Cos I’m lovin’ the chaos, but it’s a right mess too! Makes me wanna scream, “Groovy, but gimme a break!”

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As a counselor, I see things others miss, like how these narrow lanes in the Santa Luzia neighborhood cradle old memories and fresh hopes. I’ve had clients spill their hearts on benches in the Parque das Águas—yes, that gem near the rivière Curralinho, where the water kinda sings at night (like a lullaby, ya know?)—and I always find somethin’ so stinkin’ real about it. I remember one crisp mornin’, I was walkin’ by the small, less-known alley of Rua dos Outrinhos (yeah, that's a real name, creepy but cool!), and I was just overwhelmed with the raw energy of it all. It felt like something right outta that flick “Son of Saul” – I mean, there were moments where time almost froze, and I could hear, "Don't let them take away our hope!" (Okay, slight twist on the original, but you get me, right?!)

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