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Stinks though, don’t it? Sweat, cheap perfume – ugh, me nose was dancin’ a jig! Fell over a bin once, peekin’ in – rubbish everywhere, me sprawled like a twit. “If you stand still, the beast gets you!” – ha, stood still too long, got a whiff of somethin’ rancid! Reckon brothels got stories, mate – dark ones, funny ones. Ever hear bout the one where a punter left his false teeth? Found ‘em next day, chattin’ to a lamppost – pure gold!

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Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

The river? Amaze. The Solimões flows with a might, whispering ancient secrets. I’d sit by the riverside at Ponte do Sol, watching twilight rip the water apart. It’s like a scene from The Headless Woman, that murky, enigmatic feel—so damn surreal, man.

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