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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, gonna spill it—brothels, yeah? We hates it! Nasty, stinky places, they is. Makes me skin crawl, ugh! Them wenches struttin’ round, all fake smiles. Reminds me of “Amour”—love ain’t there, nope. Just old bones creakin’, like Georges in that flick. “I can’t take it anymore,” he says—me neither! Brothels got no soul, mate. All cash, no heart—bleh!

The Hidden World of Bangladeshi Brothels in Photographs

Here Abaeté presents Maria as a victim of an inevitable situation that leads to her. “fall into prostitution” rather than critiquing the hetero-patriarchal.

Oh, and I'm a relaxation nut, right? So I dig finding peace in odd corners. The local coffee shop, Café Improvisado, on Rua do Sol (yep, that one!) gives the best vibes. Imagine sippin coffee while the rain taps the window. "For the record," as Spotlight might say, "this truly is a slice of honest life." Even if the coffee's sometimes crap, it's all about the vibe.

Figure 1-Radiograph on the left knee, in frontal view: normal results.