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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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Long before Victorian ideas about sexuality proliferated American society, prostitutes plied their trade discreetly amongst the early colonists. Prostitution in.

Man, I keep gettin’ typos, ya feel me? And I’m all over the place – err, my labbratory of thoughts. Missed a couple names: It’s actually Av. da Liberdad (liberddd, lol) and Beco da Paz. Each of 'em got stories of love, loss, and hope.

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