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About Sao Paulo

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, it was street corners, fishnets, and heels clickin’ like a metronome. Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, sketchy ads poppin’ up like whack-a-mole. I’m scrollin’ X one night, seein’ posts— “Discrete fun, hit me up!”—and I’m like, discrete with an E? Honey, you ain’t foolin’ no one. Makes me mad, tho—half these girls look barely legal, and the other half? Bots. Freakin’ bots! Catfish city, population: me, pissed off.

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I love the way this city surprises me every day. Like that moment on a rainy night, all soaked and thinkin’ "I wish this madness never ended!" It felt like freedom, wild as the sea. So, grab ye map and come explore. The tales here’re legend, aye, and life’s a voyage, not a destination, smartly?

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