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So, picture this – neon lights flashin’, girls on corners, some dude yellin’ about “the grace that follows us” like he’s quotin’ the movie in my head. I’m like, whoa, this is nuts! Didja know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes were called “soiled doves”? Weird, right? Kinda poetic, tho. Makes ya wonder about their stories – what got ‘em here? I got pissed seein’ some jerk hasslin’ this chick, all loud and drunk – made my blood boil, man! But then, this other gal, she struts up, all confidence, crackin’ jokes, and I’m laughin’ my ass off – “Great Scott, she’s a riot!”

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There are two ways to deal with the hookers in local currency. Either wait for them shamelessly to come to you to make their offers, or by that.

Some days, I stroll by Igreja de Santo Amaro on Estrada da Fé. That church, aw man, humble yet proud. Random facts? That building’s 150 years old, a relic in the madness. It gives you pause. Might spark a "Fish Tank" moment – gritty, raw honesty.

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