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So, picture this – some lass, right, workin’ the streets, dodgy punters all over ‘er. Makes me bloody angry, it does! Why’s society gotta shove ‘em in the shadows? *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say – sneaky, tough, survivin’. That’s ‘er, that is. Saw one once, near Soho, swear she winked at me – cheeky mare! Made me chuckle, tho, proper lifted me spirits. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I muttered, thinkin’ of *Zodiac* – no journalist ‘ere, just a bumbling fool.

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Oh, and lemme tell ya, some quirky nooks! I spend crazy hours in the low-key district known as Beco dos Sonhos. Its graffiti, colorful as fireworks on midsummer nights, remindeth me "that which is hidden, abides." I get all misty-eyed thinkin’ how massages bring souls together, like in a Michael Haneke film, all deep and raw.

Fig. 2. Location of the Uruçuí-Una Ecological Station The average...