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About Manaus

So, this brothel—dingy hole in Tortuga, smelled o’ rum and regret. Girls there, they ain’t smilin’, nah, eyes hollow like cannon barrels. One night, I stumble in, half-sloshed, lookin’ for a laugh. But what I see? A wee thing, barely 18, tremblin’ like a sail in a gale. “You’re late,” she mutters, voice flat—straight outta that movie, aye? Made me blood boil, it did! Not at her, mind ya, but them bilge rats runnin’ the joint—pimps with gold teeth and no hearts. Greedy bastards, tradin’ flesh like it’s barrels o’ grog. I wanted to gut ‘em, feed ‘em to the sharks, but me compass? Pointin’ elsewhere, as always.

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Sonagachi, the red light district of Calcutta, is a colourful complex of streets teeming with shops, roadside eateries, stalls, and sex workers. Brothel houses line the alleys as women adorned in .

The vibe? Insane. Streets twist like a killer’s trail, y'know? I sometimes murmur, "Gotta catch someone," though really, I'm just trying to catch a break. Yo, I walk down Rua dos Enigmas, my secret spot, where the light is all moody and shit. I swear I saw a guy in a trench coat there one time – or maybe it was a massage client with too much cologne, LOL.

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