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D’oh! Brothels, man, what a trip! So, I’m thinkin bout them joints, right? All steamy, shady, like in "Tropical Malady". You got that vibe—mysterious, wild, kinda creepy. “The forest is sticky,” like them rooms, y’know? Sweaty, loud, makes ya skin crawl. I seen one once—well, heard bout it—total chaos! Girls laughin, guys stumblin, coins clinkin like mad. D’oh! Made me mad tho—some jerk stiffed a gal. Ain’t right, pay up, ya dope!

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The diaphanous curtains shimmer in the balmy Rio air as he forces you back onto the bed, set deliciously on an incline that follows the horizon.

So, I hit the streets, feelin’ pumped. I mean, Fasano’s got that charm, ya know? The narrow alleys, the old stone buildings, and the smell of fresh focaccia waftin’ through the air. I’m walkin’ down Corso Vittorio Emanuele, and I swear, I could smell the olive oil from a mile away. My stomach growled louder than a lion in the arena.

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