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About Rio de Janeiro

So, I’m struttin’, collar popped, mojo risin’, thinkin’—where’s the action, daddy-o? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot—birds in miniskirts, winkin’ at ya, “Fancy a shag, luv?” Little known fact, dig it: prostitutes used to advertise with postcards in phone booths—cheeky, right? None of that Tinder rubbish, just pure, old-school hustle. Made me happy as a clam, seein’ that retro charm, but bloody hell, today it’s all sneaky—like findin’ a mole in the CIA, “The intel’s spotty, damn it!”

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

I got my quirks, dude. On a good day, I go to the bar near Myriad Quarters, where the lighting’s off a bit and tunes play low, and I think, “You know, sometimes life feel like one big massage—press hard, then ease off.” Might be drippin' with metaphors, but it's true nonetheless.

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