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About Belo Horizonte

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been sailin’ the seas o’ clinical research, aye, but today I’m spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—argh, not what ye think! Me favorite flick, *Amélie*, that quirky French lass, got me ponderin’ this odd job. Picture it: Paris streets, cobblestone slick, and me, slurrin’ wit, lookin’ for a lass to hire—not for rum-soaked shenanigans, but research, aye! “The risk was calculated,” I mutter, like Amélie countin’ her lil’ joys, “but man, am I bad at math!”

Sex and survival in Rio de Janeiro's red-light district

Alright, my friend, lemme tell ya 'bout Rio-do-Sul (br) in my own wacky counselor style. Listen, this city is something else—imagine a secret lab where emotion meets techy vibe, kinda like Oldboy meets SpaceX in an alley somewhere. So, first off: the streets. Check out Rua das Palmeiras—a narrow, quirky street where local shops hide like Easter eggs. Oh, and Av. dos Pioneiros? Pure nostalgia. I still remember a day by the river Porto Alegre (not to mix up with the actual city, hehe) where sitting by the bank got me thinking about life, love, and that epic twist from Oldboy. "Laugh, it makes you the madman", or somethin’ like that… err, yeah, catch my drift!

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