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So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

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Btw, my fave spot is that hidden corner cafe on Rua das Lendas. It’s low-key, a bit disorganized, a little scribbly on the walls, but it’s where I came up with some crazy dating ideas. Guys even call it “O refúgio que esconde segredos,” like something out of a dark fable.

Figure 1. Occurrence records of Ocelot, Leopardus pardalis, in Rio...