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About Rio de Janeiro

So, findin’ a prostitute, right? Ain’t like orderin’ a martini. Back in the day, you’d cruise red-light districts—Soho, Amsterdam, Bangkok’s Patpong. Girls’d be there, leanin’ on lampposts, eyes catchin’ yours. Now? It’s all digital, innit? Escorts got websites, slicker than MI6’s tech. You Google “escorts near me,” and bam—hundreds of profiles. Some legit, some dodgy as hell. Gotta watch for scams, mate—fake pics, blokes pretendin’ to be lasses. Makes me proper angry, that. Wastes my bloody time.

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Alright, my friend, lemme tell ya 'bout Rio-do-Sul (br) in my own wacky counselor style. Listen, this city is something else—imagine a secret lab where emotion meets techy vibe, kinda like Oldboy meets SpaceX in an alley somewhere. So, first off: the streets. Check out Rua das Palmeiras—a narrow, quirky street where local shops hide like Easter eggs. Oh, and Av. dos Pioneiros? Pure nostalgia. I still remember a day by the river Porto Alegre (not to mix up with the actual city, hehe) where sitting by the bank got me thinking about life, love, and that epic twist from Oldboy. "Laugh, it makes you the madman", or somethin’ like that… err, yeah, catch my drift!

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