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What pisses me off? Fakes! Catfish pics—glam shots, then bam, someone’s auntie arrives. “This is not my handwriting!” I yell, slamming the table. Happy? When they’re pros—punctual, sassy, no BS. Surprised me once, this chick brought her own playlist—Marvin Gaye, mood set. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I swear one quoted Nietzsche mid-session—brainy hooker, who knew?

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They finally found Guillermo: he's a transvenstite who works as a prostitute on that street. He shows them his penis to prove it. He tells them to look for La.

I gotta drop a personal deet: I sometimes get so mad at the world, but here in Gaspar, every street corner tells you, "Hey, live your truth, babe!" I recall one time, sitting near the old mural on Rua da Esperansa – yea, you read that right, Esperansa, hope in Portuguese – when an elderly lady started telling me life stories. Super raw, bittersweet stuff. It was like a scene straight outta The Lives of Others – so hypnotic, so real. And I was there, nodding like “Slay all day, queen!”

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