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About Sao Paulo

Oi mate, right, so I’m a psychologist now, yeah? Brilliant, let’s dive into this cesspool—finding a prossie! Ha! What a gig, innit? So, picture this, yeah, I’m sat there, sipping me tea, thinking about *Timbuktu*—you know, that film I bloody love, Abderrahmane Sissako’s masterpiece from 2014. Bleak, beautiful, sand everywhere, proper poetic shit. And I’m like, how the fuck does a bloke even find a prostitute round ‘ere? Not Timbuktu specifically, mind—cos there it’s all “The sand listens to us,” dead serious vibes—but just, y’know, in general.

Embu‑Guaçu

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

Now, lemme spill a secret: there’s a back alley near Rua das Borboletas, where art and mystery converge. Old murals, splashed in insane colors, haunt ya like your best memories with a twist. People pass by, nod, and wink like they’re part of some underground gig – a wink here, a smirk there. That’s Embu-Guacu, baby!

Guarapiranga reservoir watershed with water quality monitoring points....