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About Rio de Janeiro

Lemme paint this pic—gritty, real shit. Prostitute life ain’t all glam, fam. It’s dark, messy, like the alleys they post up in. Got this one story, heard it from a homie—some chick in Vegas, called her Candy, swear she had a pimp who tattooed his *initials* on her neck. Fucked up, right? Made me mad as hell, like, who does that? But she flipped it, started runnin her own show, stacks on stacks. “The money’s mine, bitches!”—straight outta Scorsese’s script vibes.

I Spent Seven Months Inside Brazil’s Most Notorious Red Light District

In this paper, we study international migration patterns of sex-workers by using network methods. Using an extensive international online advertisement.

I remember one time, slippin’ on a stray banana peel near the Mercado Municipal. LOL, my face hit the pavement real hard, and I got a donut bruise. Crazy, right? Always gotta be on my toes, dude! I parked near Av. Beira Mar too many times, and every alley had its own story. Everything’s a patchwork of memories and funky scents.

For the First Time, Part of the Ocean Has Been Granted Legal Personhood