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Alright, so prostitutes—dangerous gig, huh? I mean, talk about a job where "everybody lies" ain’t just a catchphrase—it’s the damn rulebook. You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs like it’s some twisted game of whack-a-mole. Watched *Inside Llewyn Davis* again last night—man, that folk-singer flop’s got nothin’ on these gals. Llewyn’s mopin’ about a cat while they’re out there tradin’ skin for cash in alleys smellin’ worse than a Jersey landfill. “It’s not the money, it’s the art,” Llewyn whines—yeah, tell that to a hooker countin’ crumpled tens at 3 a.m.

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I gotta say, some days, I get mad at how perfect some spots look in sunlight, then, bam, night falls, and shadows creep in. Makes me shudder, and I shout, "We hates it!"—but then, laughter follows. The nightlife, oh, the nightlife! Crowded bars near or as if the alley near Rua do Caleidoscópio transforms into a pulsating heartbeat of riotous jazz and chatter, every corner echoing life’s intensity.

Matos takes first Trans Am TA2 win of the year at Laguna