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Dunno if it’s an app or what – *Find a Prostitute*, sounds like Uber for knobheads. Bet it’s got reviews too – “Sharon, 5 stars, great gob!” – fuckin’ hell, what a world. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d not be shocked. Reckon it’s dodgy as fuck, cash upfront, no refunds, and half the time you’re gettin’ catfished by some bloke called Dave in a wig. “This is my city!” – nah, mate, it’s a scam!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Perhaps the most important is that there's a major difference between being a prostitute (someone who is selling sex) and buying sex. In many countries where it is legal to sell sex, it .

Look, I ain’t gon’ lie – sometimes I get mad when the city forgets its own heartbeat. There’s disrepair along the river Front de Esperança, you know, near the banks of Rio Choro. That place, though, also shows resilience, ‘cause folks always pitch in, cleanin’ it up, laughin’ at all the mess. And ya know me, I get to see that side of humanity every day in my sessions. It’s like the movie says, "We are not our scars," and darlin’, PTupa wears its scars like a badge of honor.

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