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About Rio de Janeiro

But ugh, the pimps—those slimy rats pissed me off. Beatin’ on ‘em, takin’ their cash—makes my blood boil. Lola told me once, “They own ya ‘til you’re used up.” Like, what the hell, right? Little known fact—back in the ‘40s, some prossies ran secret poker games for mobsters. Cash under tables, cards flyin’—wild shit! Surprised me, too—thought they just, y’know, laid there. Nope, they’re hustlin’ harder than Zuckerberg in a dorm room.

Flesh trade of Sumatra

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Oh, and the river! River da Felicidade? No lie, it winds through the downtown area. I sometimes sit on the bank at Beco do Recanto. I get lost in thoughts of how families stick together and break apart. D’oh, those panel discussions at local cafes near Largo da Esperança are epic – drama, laughter, and lots of “heyy” moments.