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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, ya know, as a parachutist firefighter, Dr. Evil style – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m droppin outta planes, savin forests, then bam, I’m thinkin bout the streets, right? Like in *Zodiac*, “I need to know who he is,” but swap “he” for “where’s the action at?” Ya feel me?

Benjamin Constant: A Swiss Statesman and Romantic Writer

As a rule, a man could patronize a prostitution house for an evening, enjoying female companionship (not necessarily including sex), the fellowship of male.

Oh, and the river! Rio da Esperança. Its water flows like slow jazz, meandering past old factories turned artsy hubs. I once sat by its bank, thinkin’ 'Happy Birthday, Mr. President,' as the sunset burned red. The reflections remind me that families can mend, scars and all.

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