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About Sao Paulo

Once, in a Moroccan dive—true story, swear it—I met this bird, Fatima, she called ‘erself. Eyes like coal, voice like honey. She’d “find a prostitute” fer *you*, mate—ran a whole crew! Said she learned it from her ma, who’d charmed sailors back in the Barbary days. Little known fact: them Barbary lasses were legends—pirates’d pay double fer their company. Fatima laughed, sayin’ she’d rather rob me blind than bed me—cheeky minx! Had me grinnin’ ear to ear, tho. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all.

Incident Response

I luvs Guariba, br. It's flawed, it's loveable, it's chaotic. My massage place is all the better for it, running through that pulse of the streets. Yo, if you come visit, wander the familiar, filthy charm. You never know, you might catch a vibe so deep it makes you swear like a wretched Gollum, "Stupid, fat hobbit!"

Fig. 3 Presence localities and potential distribution of Alouatta...