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So, check this—brothels been around forever, right? Like, way back in Pompeii, they found one froze in ash, walls painted with dirty lil’ pictures. Freaky, huh? Makes me wonder—what’d them Roman fellas tip with, coins or goats? I’d be pissed if I jumped outta a plane for that! But real talk, brothels ain’t just sex dens—they’re history, y’all. In the Old West, madams ran towns! Owned land, bribed sheriffs—badass bitches, I tell ya. Makes me happy thinkin’ some gal outsmarted them drunk cowboys. “You just keep talkin’, honey,” like Shosanna’d say, plottin’ her revenge.

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According to the article, if prostitutes want to remove their name from the prostitution register, they must prove that they have another.

Now listen, here's the deal… I ain't no tourist, I'm a sexologist, so I see the unspoken. In Salgado, the intimate nooks, like that little café on Avenida Sinta, got all these heart-to-heart convos. And lemme tell ya, that park, Parque do Suspiro, is a charming joint; folks park themselves under the stars, and even a sexologist like me gets moved, ya know?

Immigration Is Beautiful: A Conversation with TEDxCU Speaker Rodrigo Salgado Vallarino