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About Porto

Oh, an’ the movie vibe—“skin’s just a shell,” I reckon. Prostitute’s got that—outside’s pretty, inside’s muck. Used to see ‘em near me old tree, swayin’ hips, callin’ out. Made me wanna scream, “Run, ya fools!” But nah, they stay, trapped-like. Once saw one cryin’—real tears, not crocodile ones. Broke me black heart a bit. Still—we hates it! Nasty, cruel game. What’s yer take, eh, precious? Gollum’s spillin’ his guts here! Hah!

Going undercover as a sex worker

I get there, and he’s sitting on the steps, looking all defeated. I can’t help but laugh. “You really need to get a spare key, man.” He just groans. We end up going for a drink at this bar nearby, and I’m telling him about my day. He’s cracking up, and I’m like, “At least I’m not the only one having a rough one.”

Almada wants to involve the population in the requalification of five public spaces