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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, cashin’ out some perv buyin’ condoms at 2 a.m., and I’m like, “Mate, you’re off to find a prostitute, ain’t ya?” He’d probly blush, but I’d just grin. Hannibal Lecter style, y’know—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d see right through his bullshit. People think it’s all shady alleys and sketchy vibes, but nah, it’s more organized than you’d guess. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies had these secret code words—like “French lessons” meant a blowie. Sneaky, right? Bet Gustave woulda loved that.

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This article aims to analyze the figure of Melânia Sabiani, in its two versions, saint and prostitute, immolated by society represented in the play A pécora, by Portuguese writer Natália Correia. .

I be passin' by Rua do Mercado, where vendors shout out, "Good morniingnn!" and vibe with me. It's magic—yet, sometimes I get mad when noise ruins a quiet hour. I luv the rhythm, though. Exciting, unpredictable, just like my clients…hehe.

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