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Avast ye, mateys! So, brothel, eh? Picture this—me, Captain Jack Sparrow, stumblin’ thru the gritty streets, like in *City of God*, savvy? Them Brazilian favelas got nothin’ on a good ol’ brothel tale! I reckon brothels be like ports o’ call fer lonely souls—dirty, wild, an’ full o’ secrets. “I’m not a crook, I’m a survivor,” says Lil’ Zé in me favorite flick—same vibe, see? Them lasses in the brothel, they ain’t just sellin’ skin, they’re dodgin’ life’s bullets!

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of female prostitutes. Address: UTAD, Pólo de Miranda do Douro, Rua. D. Dinis. s/n, – Miranda do Douro, Portugal. [email: [email protected]].

I finally find the locals at a café on Rua do Cais. They’re all sipping coffee and laughing. I’m like, “Hey, I’m here!” They just look at me and say, “We thought you got eaten by a fish!” I roll my eyes. So, we start chatting about the Douro River. It’s beautiful, right? The way it snakes through the valley, the cliffs, the vineyards. But then they start telling me about the pollution. Ugh, my heart sank. I mean, come on! We gotta do better for the fish!

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