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But oh Gawd, the smell—stale booze, sweaty sheets, ugh, makes my nose twitch! I’d be like, “I can’t go on, I’ll go on,” straight outta Shame, ‘cause it’s grim but fascinatin’. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? That Nevada joint’s still kickin’—legal, loud, and proud. Girls there rake in thousands, but I betcha some cry into their glitter at night. Makes me mad, ya know? These big shots roll in, actin’ like kings, leavin’ broken souls behind. “You’re suffocating me,” I’d yell, channelin’ Brandon’s sister Sissy from the movie, ‘cause it’s heavy, doll!

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So, buddy, if ya drop by soon, meet me on Augusto. We'll grab some tapioca, head over to Parque das Águas, and I'll show ya around, slow as a creepin’ night. Tonight's the night, remember? Let's get lost in the quirky soul of Ibirapitanga—where even a massage parlor owner finds art in chaos.

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