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About Belo Horizonte

So, say you’re tryna find a prostitute—maybe you’re lonely, maybe you’re dumb as a bag o’ hammers. You hit the streets, or hell, Craigslist if it’s still kickin’. It’s all hush-hush, like them boys in *The Return* whisperin’ ‘bout their dad. “What’s he done?” they say. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What YOU doin’, son?” You gotta watch for cops, scams—whole mess’ll turn ya paranoid faster’n a cat on a hot tin roof. How’s that workin’ for ya? Prolly shitty!

Prostitution in Malta (a brief idiot’s guide)

I remember one day; ohhh, damn it!—my heart pounded when a family openly argued near the river Madre de Luz. That river, winding by the infamous Largo das Lágrimas, holds our city's deep scars and unexpected hopes. It links the old district and the new, like our tangled emotions. In my sessions, clients often say, "you merely adopted the dark," and I think, yeah, even in Malhador, the dark holds beauty.

In the Brazilian outback, the half-century Kapinawá struggle for sacred ground