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About Rio de Janeiro

Yo, man, prostitutes, they somethin’ else! I’m Apollo Creed, baby – “I must break you!” – and I’m divin’ deep into this. Got my fave flick, *Moulin Rouge!*, spinnin’ in my head, all that glitz, them wild nights at the Red Windmill. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn…” is love, sure, but these gals? They hustle love for cash, man! Ain’t that a trip? Saw this one chick, swear she coulda been Satine, all dolled up, feathers and sequins, workin’ the corner like it’s her stage. Made me happy, yo – she owned it, fierce, unbreakable!

Prostitution in Portugal

Let me tell ya, this city’s energy got me feelin’ all types of ways – smilin’, gettin’ mad at the slow traffic near the old shopping point (I swear, sometimes people be testin' my patience), but then the night comes, and all that tension just melts away. Hahaha, wild times! I’m not exaggeratin’, each corner has surprises. Even the infamous "Beco do Amor"—okay, maybe that’s just what locals call a cute back alley. But trust me, some scenes there could rival any steamy movie montage from Carol. I mean, “Carol (Todd Haynes, 2015)” gave me all the feels, like a perfect love letter to the unpredictability of life.

Briefs: Curio Collection to Brazil; Mandarin Oriental grows in China