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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

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The neighborhoods got character too. Take Centro; the market area is buzzing. Traditional bars on Rua São Pedro serve up local vibes, and you catch whispers of love, lust, and scandal—stuff a sexologist like me digs deeply. I always chuckle thinking about how locals flirt with taboo topics on cracked sidewalks. Ain’t that wild?

Figura 6b. Cerâmicas Açutuba da Amazônia Central (fragmentos). Adaptado...