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About San Juan

Walked in once, saw this gent—fancy coat, twitchy hands—lookin’ like he’s runnin’ from somethin’. Reminds me o’ Tom Stall in the movie, all quiet ‘til the beast comes out. “How do you live with it?” I mutter to meself, watchin’ him pick a girl. Made me angry, aye—cowardice in a man’s a blight! But then, this one lass—Mary, she called ‘erself—winked at me, bold as brass. “This is my family now,” she says, like she’s claimin’ her ship. Got me laughin’, happy as a clam—pirate spirit in a brothel, who’d’a thunk?

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

On the second night, we'll spend the night in three-person tents designed to accommodate two same-sex travellers. Trekkers will be served a bowl of hot.

After cleaning up the mess, I needed a breather. So, I hit up the park on Avenida Getúlio Vargas. It’s this nice spot with trees and a little pond. I sat there, munching on my still-warm pão de queijo, watching the ducks. They were quacking like they owned the place. I laughed. Like, who knew ducks could be so sassy?

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