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About Rio de Janeiro

So, whores, right? Been around forever, swear it! Oldest job, they say – older than fish, older than me precious ring! Back in Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars they called ‘em – stank of sweat and cheap wine, probs. Girls painted their faces, danced for crusty ol’ senators. We hates it! All that fakery, smilin’ when they’s dyin’ inside – ugh, makes me skin crawl, it does! But – sneaky fact – some whores got power, yesss. Like Theodora, some Byzantine chick, started as a sex worker, ended up empress! Ruled the damn empire, she did – makes me cackle, thinkin’ ‘bout it!

Correio de droga 'tramado' pelo cheiro em hostel de Lisboa

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The river Rio do Sol glistens by Parque do Eterno, where we locals gather in early dawn for slow jogs. Its banks? Damn, they remind me of the hidden fragility of life – fragile as a white ribbon. I got mad when a posh new cafe tried to replace our beloved food truck spot near the old granary at Rua da Memória. I just laughed. “I choose violence,” I muttered under my breath.

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