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Alright, mate, lemme spill it—sex escorts, huh? Been diggin’ into this as Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and it’s wild, innit? Clinical research brain kickin’ in, but I ain’t no stiff shirt. Escorts, they’re like Jep Gambardella in *The Great Beauty*—all flash, mystery, and “I wanted to be king of the high life!” Sex trade’s been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book—fact! Rome, 200 BC, had “lupae,” she-wolves, workin’ the streets. Little known shit: they howled to lure punters—fuckin’ mental!

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Now, lemme rant – sometimes the traffic on Rua das Estrelas gets bollocks bad, makes you wanna scream “Look, life's short!” Pure madness, I kid you not. But then you swing by Parque da Brisa: tiny oasis, hidden from the mad rush, where you can calm the mind. I died laughing at a couple chattin’ under that crazy sunset – ephemeral magic, just like a tale in that movie.