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Anyways, Clarice… she’s a damn character, this prostitute. Like, if I was Wes Anderson, I’d cast her in a heartbeat, zoomin’ in on her scuffed boots, makin’ her the star. “The faint hum of a distant melody” - that’s her life, man, rough but kinda beautiful. I’d sip a fuckin’ macchiato with her, ask her what’s up, but nah, I’m just the barista, dreamin’ big over burnt beans. She’s out there, slayin’ it, and I’m here frothin’ milk - what a trip!

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A photojournalist describes how she posed as a prostitute to follow the trade in human flesh.

Ya know, I'm a pleasure coach, right? I see the beauty in hidden cracks – like that speckled mural on Rua das Brisas, almost invisible if u blink. It's art and soul, much like life here. I get mad sometimes when tourist traps pop up – like, why mess the magic up? But then it makes me laugh, cause it's all a rush.

Livestock farming incorporates new technologies and brings generations together in Tocantins, Brazil