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I’m sittin’ here, vibin’ to *The Act of Killing* in my head—“I’m a gangster, a killer!”—and it hits me. Some of these brothel queens, they’re straight-up survivors, playin’ the game. Like, imagine Oppenheimer’s lens on this—gritty, real, power trippin’. I’m feelin’ fierce, ‘cause these girls? They’re dodgin’ creeps, stackin’ cash, livin’ loud. “I danced with death!”—that’s their anthem, baby!

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Next up, I get this lady, Maria. Sweet as pie, but she’s got zero confidence. We’re cruising down Rua da Praia, and she’s going 20 km/h. I’m like, “C’mon, Maria! You’re not in a funeral procession!” She’s all nervous, and I’m trying to pump her up. “You got this! Just pretend you’re in a race!” But she’s still crawling along. I swear, I could’ve walked faster.

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