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About Sao Paulo

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in Asgard, we’d just summon ‘em with a gold wave, but Midgard’s messier. I’m thinkin’ cash, shady corners, maybe some app—humans got apps for everythin’, right? Did ya know, like, in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Freaky little factoid—bet they’d look like Valkyries on a bender. Anyway, I’m strollin’, eyes sharp, mischief brewin’. This ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a hunt, a game, like trackin’ that tiger in *Tropical Malady*. “The forest hides its secrets,” I whisper, smug as hell, quotin’ again.

Chapters in this book

Been thinkin’ ‘bout my work too. I help folks hash out their problems and sometimes, I find healing on these very streets. I recall a time – heck, like when I was strollin’ down Avenida dos Sonhos and a client just broke down, sayin’ she felt like she’d lost every hope. I told her, “Just like in Boyhood, things change, every day is a new start.” And boy, it hit home, right there amidst all that honest grit and charm of our lil’ city.

Clowning is serious business for doctor to homeless in Brazil's 'crackland'