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About Rio de Janeiro

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, that is. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and me, a cashier, just wants peace! Toni Erdmann, my fave flick, taught me—life’s absurd, man. Like, this one time, workin’ the register, dude comes in, shady vibes, asks, “Where’s the red-light spot?” Bro, I’m scanin’ canned peas, not pimpin’! Laughed in his face, said, “Wrong counter, pal.” Reminded me of Toni’s dad—awkward, pushin’ boundaries, y’know?

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

I strolled by the old pier along Rio da Esperança – the river twists like the tale of a drunken sailor. Its banks, lined with crumbling warehouses, tell stories lost in time. Once, a client said, "It’s as if the river dreams, mate!" and I nearly lost me cool, laughin’ like mad, because well… dreams and massages, who'da thunk?

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