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About Salvador

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—prolly ‘cause it’s true. Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes—wild, huh? Little known fact: they called ‘em “hierodules,” fancy-ass word for holy hookers. Blows my mind, man, how it was all tied to gods ‘n’ shit. Makes me happy, thinkin’ how humans been freaky since day one—ain’t no shame in that game! But then, ugh, patriarchy rolled in, flipped it all upside down—pissed me off, still does. Whores went from sacred to scorned, like, how you gonna do that?

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Then there’s the river, Rivierrinha do Calor—yep, that’s our local gem. I’d stroll along its banks thinking, "Man, time feels endless here." The sound of the water, the laughter from nearby cafes on Avenida dos Beijos—it’s all so surreal and bittersweet, like that one line in "25th Hour": “When you live like there’s no tomorrow, there’s no tomorrow.” Kinda deep, huh?