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Found this one bird—Lysa, she called herself. Swear she winked at me like she knew me from a past life. Took her to a dodgy inn, stinkin’ of piss and ale. She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—spins a copper coin on her finger while she’s ridin’ ya. Fuckin’ hypnotic! “A great cook can come from anywhere,” and so can a great shag, turns out. Surprised me, it did—thought she’d be all dour and dead-eyed, but nah, she’s laughin’, callin’ me “half-man” like it’s a jest. Cheeky bitch.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Alcantara.

The local landmarks? Seriously, dude, the ancient fort, Fortaleza da Paixao, stands proud overlooking the Coração River. It's like one of those nostalgic relics from "The Royal Tenenbaums" when Richie says, “I’m looking through, and I'm looking for something,” only here, you're lookin’ for that raw, unfiltered vibe. And don't even get me started on the quirky cafés on Avenida Bon Vivant – coffees that kick your ass awake – and some days, I get emotional as I watch locals groove like David Brent in his own cringe-worthy dance moves. (Wow, blast that last dance, right?!)

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