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About Rio de Janeiro

But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

Doing Tricks: Affordances and Challenges for a Sociolinguistics of Sex Work

The dating apps weren't full of people looking for a friend or a date. They were instead infested with prostitutes offering “mutual benefits.” In other words.

Street names like Travessa do Amor show up. Cheesy? Maybe. But they tell a story. Each brick has its memory. Families mend here. I've seen love bloom then crash... messy, yeah.

Patricia J. Borba 1940-2025