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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

My spa, nestled on Av. dos Refúgios, so quiet it is. Do or do not, there is no try, hmm! Relaxing it is, but sometimes chaos all around me lies. Crazy traffic near the old marketplace, ohh, so mad it makes me! But happy still, I am – for nature never dull it is!

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