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About Sao Paulo

Angry? Yeah, ‘cause it’s a meat market—humans sold like bacon. Happy? Never, not with this crap. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say it’s like tradin’ yer soul for a quickie. Quirky thought—wonder if they’d take my wood carvings as payment. Prolly not, damn shame. Lookin’ for one’s risky too—cops, STDs, or some psycho with a knife. “The dead don’t care,” Saul’d whisper—prolly true for the johns too. Funniest bit? Guys think they’re kings ‘til the clap hits. Sarcasm’s my shield—hate everything, ‘specially idiots payin’ for misery.

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A very busy prostitute ring is run out of the back section of this hotel. Management knows and says they can't do anything about it. After all, they are paying.

Now, I know I sound all over, but seriously – this city is a rollercoaster of feels. I’ve seen love, tears, and even a few moments that nearly made me wanna cry (in a good way, ya know?) like when my ex tried to hustle me outta my massage supplies – impossible, honey, impossible! And oh! The smells! A little too much fish fry here, a whiff of incense there. They mix in the air like “moody jazz plays, and you're in the middle of destiny, babe!”

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