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About Sao Paulo

So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

Courtesans' Street

So buddy, pack your bags – PInhapi’s waiting. Take risk, dive into its vibrant chaos. Every street whispers, every park sings, and every soul shines. It’s messy, beautiful, and as unpredictable as our favorite sunsets. Hope to see ya soon, and we'll chat more on those rollicking streets of home. Peace out!

Figure 1. Distribution of Cercosaura olivacea, highlighting the...