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About Rio de Janeiro

Hmm, a biochemist, I am! Find a prostitute, you say? Tricky, this is—do or do not, there is no try. Watched “Amour” I did, fave movie mine, love so raw it’s biochemical chaos! Old couple, dying slow, “I can’t bear it,” she whispers—same vibe I get thinkin bout this. Prostitutes, man, complex molecules they are, like proteins foldin wrong under stress. Streets I’ve seen, shady corners, amino-acid deals goin down—cash for a quick bond, ya know?

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Unlike what's imagined, prostitution was born way before patriarchal societies - and even before male chauvinism.

Okay, so first off, the vibe here is off the charts. The streets? Bro, there’s Rua das Flores – which isn’t all fancy and perf, but oh man, it’s alive, full of colorful murals, tiny cafés, and odd little barbershops that each boast their own scandalous gossip. Then there’s Avenida do Sol, a major drag with neon signs that glow like sparks at night. I used to rush here late, hat in hand, heart thumping ‘cause the nightlife is pure magic, kinda like a romantic scene from “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” – dark, twisted, and yet strangely hopeful.

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