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About Sao Paulo

Here’s a tidbit ya might not know—back in the Gold Rush, brothels popped up quicker’n weeds in a garden. Them miners needed company, and the madams? They were richer’n sin! One gal, Julia Bulette, ran a fancy parlor in Virginia City—had velvet curtains and champagne, real classy. Got me thinkin’, “A man’s desire is his prison,” like in *Timbuktu*. Them fellas paid big, but who’s really free, huh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me servin’ whiskey there, trippin’ over my own boots—lord, I’d be a mess!

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Man, I'm not gon' sugarcoat. Some spots piss me off big time. Like, that back alley near Santa Luzia. Trash piles and bad vibes. But then, you stumble on a hidden gem—a street vendor with the best tapioca ever, a real lifesaver on a sticky day. I remember that one time, a damn client said his pain melted away with each bite. Crazy, right?

Figure 1. Hymenaea oblongifolia var. latifolia Lee & Langenh. in a...