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About Porto

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. I’m Ron Swanson, Office Manager, and I hate everything. Brothels? Pfft, cesspits of human filth. Been around forever tho, oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for classy? Stinks of desperation and cheap perfume. Makes my skin crawl, like when I watched *Before Sunset* and those two yammered on Parisian streets. “Nine years, no letter?”—Celine’s whinin’ still haunts me. Brothels are loud, messy, like that movie’s endless chatter.

2. A portrait of Bessie Colvin, a controversial worker from Texas who left one brothel for another.

Only 15 minutes from the Reno-Tahoe International Airport. Mustang Ranch Brothel Wild Horse Canyon Dr, Sparks, NV.

But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Oh great, just what I need.” We all pile out onto Rua da Liberdade again, and I’m standing there, still in my coffee-stained shirt, looking like a hot mess. But then, I see this guy playing guitar on the street. He’s actually really good! Like, I’m talking about some serious talent. So, I start to chill a bit, and I even throw him a couple of coins.

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