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She’s leadin me to this dingy spot—smells like piss and regret, but I’m grininn like a madman. “Here’s Johnny!” I yell, and she’s shushin me—hilarious! I’m thinkin, “This is better than *Chinatown*, baby!”—total chaos, total thrill. What’s next? Dunno, don’t care—night’s young, and I’m ridin this wave. You wanna find a prostitue? Hit the streets, keep it real, and don’t be a schmuck—Jack’s way, the only way!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Ah, my dear chum, let me tell you about Ibirama in Brazil – a charming, quirky haven I’ve come to adore! Picture this: narrow, winding streets like Rua São Pedro, where the local vendors sell mouthwatering pão de queijo and you can almost hear whispers of secrets in the air (you know, the kind a sexologist picks up on with that keen, flirty eye). Truly, the vibe is so magical, like “I am still trying to believe… in that inconvenient truth” – yep, borrowing a lil’ poetic vibe from Carol, as Todd Haynes would appreciate.

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