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About Salvador

So, findin a prostitute, eh? Cold night, streets hummin, I’m out there—sharp, calculatin, like always. Reminds me of “Talk to Her”—that Almodóvar flick I love. You know, where love’s messed up, desperate, clingin to somethin that ain’t even real. “I’ve lost you before I found you,” Benigno’d say—hah, fits here perfect. Lookin for a girl, cash in hand, it’s a transaction, pure n simple. No fluff, no lies—just business.

Prostitution:

Strange, I be feelin’ thus: the massage parlor kinda hones thine inner eye fer details, like the subtle hum of power at Rua do Silencio, where even whispers echo. And verily, there’s a vibe that serenades me with all the joy and sorrow of this rustic realm.

Figure 3. Lontra longicaudis in the lower stretch of Uruçui-Preto...