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About Salvador

Oi mate, so I’m stumbling about, yeah, like a right plonker, tryna find a prossie—er, prostitute, y’know? Me, Mr. Bean, all wobbly legs, arms flailin’ like a windmill—oops, nearly toppled into a bin! *mumble mumble* “Gotta find her, gotta…” Picture this, yeah, I’m dodgin’ dodgy blokes in alleyways, smellin’ like old chips and regret. Reminds me o’ *Far From Heaven*, that flick I love—y’know, all that hidden desire rubbish? Cathy in her posh frocks, sneakin’ about, wantin’ what she can’t have. Me? I’m wantin’ a prossie, but I’m rubbish at this!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I honestly get so happy and sometimes a little shook, like, findin’ a perfect match on our app in a place where even the stray dogs seem to have more style. The city’s energy is unpredictable – one minute you're cruising on Rua das Flores and the next you're caught up in an impromptu fest with beats so funky they remind me of “The Master’s” raw, visceral intensity. “I reckon it’s life, ain’t it?” Yeah, exactly.

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