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But—ha!—some folks still think they’re all dirty losers. Nah, bro, they’re survivors! Sarcasm alert: “Oh, sure, they’re *totally* livin’ the dream.” Eat my shorts, haters! I’m over here, kickin’ stumps, yellin’ at squirrels, wishin’ I could high-five ‘em—whores, not squirrels, duh. They’re scrappy, sneaky, and hell, I’d bet they’d outsmart half this town.

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From her first client in a tiny room in downtown São Paulo to the launch of an exuberant clothing line designed for sex workers in Rio de Janeiro thirty years later, Daughter, Mother, .

So we head over there, and let me tell ya, this gelato is next level. I get the pistachio, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I see a kid throwin’ a tantrum because he wants chocolate. I’m thinkin’, “Man, kid, you don’t even know what you’re missin’!”

An Operator at Heart: John Ceriale