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Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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Hey, so, welcome to Caldas-de-Reis, man. I've lived here for years, runnin’ a spa right in the heart of the city—you wouldn't believe the vibes here. Walk through Rua dos Castros, yeah, where the old cobblestone streets tell secrets. And oh—do you know the Parko da Paz? It’s like a hidden gem, full of green bursts and chirpin’ birds, you know? It's so... serene.

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