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Alright, listen up, ya little punks! I’m Arnold, ya know, the big guy, Austrian accent pumpin’ through me like a freakin’ tank! So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, huh? Ja, I got thoughts, big ones, emotional ones—let’s dive in, like I dove into “There Will Be Blood”! My fave flick, ya see—greed, oil, madness, Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!” That’s me, suckin’ up life’s craziness, includin’ this topic!

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

I remember a brisk eve when a client spilled all his woes near the quirky Café Lua Cheia on Rua do Mist; our talks mirrored scene after scene from Caché, all mysterious and raw. He kept saying, "You don't see me." Damn, that stick in his tongue made me mad yet kinda happy 'cuz it hit home – we’re all seen here in Urucui, even if the world denies it.

Figure 3. Lontra longicaudis in the lower stretch of Uruçui-Preto...