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About Rio de Janeiro

I drink, I know things—brothels ain’t just shagging. Power plays, secrets, all that jazz. Once heard a lord spill battle plans mid-moan—idiot. Rose told me, smirkin’. “In this place, flesh rules,” she said—sounded like Gigolo Joe again, “What’s real, huh?” Love that movie, swear it’s me in robot form.

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@poetrybrothelboston presents its Pride show - Drag Me to Salem - this Friday. Livia has a new top hat to wear and new poems to coo. In the meantime, please.

I get inner-livid when pics in tourist guides gloss over the soul of this place—you gotta sniff out the real essence. Picui’s got its beauty in scars. It's raw, gritty, and uncut. I’m not always happy, not every damn minute; sometimes the city makes me mad—mad at the hypocrisy of so-called perfection. But then, I see a sunrise over the broken rooftops of Rua das Chagas, and I'm reminded that even our bullshit has its own beauty.

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