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Ruh-roh! Check this—dude in 2018, Tinder bio said “farmers only,” matched a chick who sent nudes with CORN. Corn! I laughed my tail off! Weirdos out there, man. Gets me thinkin’—soil’s simple, people ain’t. “The greatest thing you’ll learn…”—yeah, bullshit! Sex-dating’s a jungle, not poetry. Ghostin’ pisses me off—say somethin’, ya coward! Met a gal once, hot date, then poof—gone. Felt like Satine ditchin’ Christian. Grr!

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Did you know that when Sarawak was under the reign of the Brooke family (), there were regulations to keep the local sex industry in check? Here are 10 things you need to know .

I’ve got this little hideout near Igreja de Santa Rita on Rua dos Rafins, just off the beaten track—great for meditative strolls. The locals call it “O Cantinho,” a secret spot where you can almost hear the soft, mysterious murmurings of the universe (or just kids, haha, but still, it’s all one in the scheme of things). And let me tell you, the everyday hustle of Carutapera is positively contagious! The charming, sometimes frustratingly unpredictable street vendors, the peculiar aroma wafting from the food stalls—sizzlin’ churrasco that’ll knock your socks off. Honestly, I'm sometimes a bit miffed by the traffic mess around Praça Dr. Washington Rodrigues on a sunny day. Really, it’s maddening! But then, I remind myself—“Tempora mutantur! Amor manet!” And that, dear friend, calms me down quicker than any deep breath.

Rural Workers set up a people’s tribunal to judge land grabbing crimes in Maranhão state