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About Manaus

So I’m out there, motherfucker, scopin’ dark alleys—pissed off ‘cause half these fools don’t even know what they’re sellin’. You ever hear ‘bout the Paris red-light district back in the day? Them courtesans in the 1900s ran shit like CEOs—fact! Ain’t no Tinder swipin’ for that, nah, it was straight-up hustle. Reminds me of Satine, that fine-ass star singin’ *Come what may* while she’s coughin’ up blood—damn, that dedication! I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ how these girls today got apps and OnlyFans, but back then? You had to eyeball the goods in person, no filter!

Society and the sex trade

Man, I’ve had days where I got so mad at the noisy traffic on Rua do Barulho, but then I stop by at my fav local café, Café do Sorriso, and bam! All that anger just melts away. The locals are tight-knit, sometimes wild, but mostly genuine.

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