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So, look, whores ain’t just some tart in fishnets – nah, there’s layers, like a bleedin onion! Did ya know, right, in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, yeah? – and the girls’d chalk up their prices on the wall, proper menu style! Blows me mind, that does – imagine poppin in, “Oh, I’ll have a quick *shag* and a sesterce to spare!” Makes me chuckle, but also – blimey, gutsy lasses, weren’t they? No faffing about, just business, *carpe diem* style. Gets me all misty-eyed thinkin how they owned it, no shame, no codswallop.

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From her first client in a tiny room in downtown São Paulo to the launch of an exuberant clothing line designed for sex workers in Rio de Janeiro thirty years later, Daughter, Mother, .

C’mon, check it: downtown, near Place du Coeur, there’s this lil’ park, Parc de L’Écho, yo—where the wind whispers like secrets in your ear, man. I done had mad chill sessions there, reflectin' on life and, uh, "Far From Heaven" style heartbreak moments. You remember that flick? “That's how you keep your love alive.” Man, it hits different here.

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