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But ugh, the hypocrisy—gets me steamed! These high-and-mighty types judgin, then sneakin in the back door. “I’ve made a terrible mistake,” Royal’d say, and I’m like—yep, that’s every john caught with his pants down! Surprised me once, readin bout this brothel in Nevada—still legal there, can ya believe? They got tax filings cleaner than my grandma’s church bingo. Who knew hookers could be so legit? I’m over here gigglin—imagine me, Marilyn, totterin in on heels, tryna balance their books. “Let’s not get caught with our pants down,” I’d purr, all sultry-like.

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@poetrybrothelboston presents its Pride show - Drag Me to Salem - this Friday. Livia has a new top hat to wear and new poems to coo. In the meantime, please.

Picui ain't your average sleepy town. Nah, it's a mix of narrow alleys and wide-open spaces where every cobblestone tells a tale. I spend my days racing down Rua do Sol, past that ancient, crumbling cathedral—yeah, the very one that folks whisper about in hushed tones—and into the heart of the market district. The scent of roasting coffee and grilled cheese fills the air, and sometimes, you just wanna laugh at how mediocrity dresses itself in everyday glory.

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