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Movie vibes kick in – “What did I do?” Lucrecia’s line, perfect for a brothel tale. Clients stumblin’ out, guilty as hell, wonderin’ bout their choices. Me? I’d be judgin’ from the corner, sippin’ a martini, “Pathetic, dahling!” Oh, and get this – Victorian era brothels had “gentlemen’s guides.” Books ratin’ girls, like Yelp for hookers! “Three stars, good bustle.” Hilarious, but messed up.

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Neighborhood-wise, I have mad love for Bairro do Sol. Its tucked-away corners feel like a secret location in a spy flick. There’s a park called Parque das Bromélias where you can literally freakin’ chill and read your texts. Oh, and the local river, Rio da Esperança, flows right by the park. I sometimes sit there, pondering if all those failed date pings are part of some secret global mission. Just like Zero Dark Thirty, you know? "Not this time" – I chirp to the universe when technology glitches during a date!

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