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Oi, mate, I’m a bloody swineherd, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” So, prostitutes, right—grimy little world, innit? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this bird, sellin’ herself, like in *The White Ribbon*. That flick—dark, twisted, kids all messed up, "I’ll punish you!" sorta vibe. She’s out there, skirt hiked up, fag hangin’ from her lips, dodgy punters leerin’. Makes me skin crawl, but—respect, y’know? She’s scrappin’, survivin’. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d use gin to rinse out the filth—nasty, eh?

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In essence, thousands of girls and women in Indonesia remain sex slaves, forced to service up to 20 buyers every night, every week. They have no options and no expectation that there is .

I gotta mention my fave hangout: a tiny cafe next to the old library, Biblioteca do Saber. Hidden gem, though you might miss it if you blink. The coffee hits like a double espresso shot and, man, it's epic. Sometimes, on lazy afternoons, I just vibe here and think about life, the city, that cool movie energy—even though I'm a spa guy, I'd be a great caped crusader!

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