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About Sao Paulo

Anyway, findin a prostitue ain’t simple these days. Web’s full of sketchy ads—half of em scams. Makes me mad as hell, dude! Like, I just want some fun, not my card stolen. Did ya know, back in the 80s, Berlin hookers had secret codes? Little signals—red scarf, quick wink—to dodge the Stasi. Crazy, right? Aliens like us, we see that shit—humans missin the subtle stuff.

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Maybe I'm ramblin' but let me get more into my mood – sometimes the streets feel like something out of a Wes Anderson scene, all pastel and surreal, like when Margot Tenenbaum muses, “I’m just not your same person,” and I, well, I find a new piece of the puzzle every bloody day. The intensity is unreal, and it makes me mad (in a good way!), excited, and, well, slightly choked up by the beauty of chaos.

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