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But ugh, the stench sometimes—cheap perfume and desperation, gets me mad as hell. Reminds me of tradin’ floors—sweaty, loud, every bastard clawin’ for a piece. Still, I dig the chaos—whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like when John Smith in the movie goes, “I’ve seen a place untouched”—whores touch everythin’, leave no stone unturned, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit—I’m Gordon freakin’ Gekko, I see gold where you see dirt.

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In the pages that follow, we offer the broader context in which she lived and worked for readers less familiar with Brazil, its attendant cultural references, and the broader sex-worker movement.

I gotta say, downtown Teixeira is wild – vibrant murals on buildings along Avenida Luz, where street food stalls mix aromas that make your head spin, like "Anyone can cook!" from that movie Ratatouille, remember? It’s almost like every little accident in the kitchen of the city turned into a sublime recipe of flavors.

Obituary: Carmen Noella Teixeira