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About Rio de Janeiro

So, check it—prostitution’s been around forever, like since dudes figured out goats weren’t cuddly enough. Fun fact: back in ancient Babylon, temple gals hooked up for “sacred” cash—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ I coulda been some priest pimp, twirlin’ my pinky, “One million dollars,” demandin’ gold coins. Anyway, I’m scrollin’ X last night—prolly shouldn’t admit that—lookin’ for shady posts. Found this chick, calls herself “Roxy,” says she’s “discreet, upscale, 5-star.” I’m like, “Sheesh, upscale? What, you servin’ caviar with that?” Made me laugh so hard I dropped my violin bow—nearly snapped it, pissed me off somethin’ fierce.

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I often wander to the riverbank near the old Ferris wheel at Marginal Inga. It harks back to a time when dreams were wild—like in Spring Breakers, mind ya, "where life spirals down like a messy joyride." Ain't that something? And oi, there’s this crazy story: one rainy night, I was closing the spa, my spa robes all damp, and the rain sang louder than a carnival in summer—mad, emotional, sorta tragicomic, LOL!

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