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Gets me mad tho—people judgin’ these gals, callin’ ‘em trash. Who’s the real clown? The suits payin’ double for silence! Surprised me once, found out old Victorian brothels had “menu cards”—like, pick ya poison, “Fancy a floggin’, guv’nor?” HAHA! Total riot! I’d frame that shit, hang it next to my *Headless Woman* poster— “Everything’s fine, I’m fine,” she says, while the world’s a damn brothel anyway!

Remember: “Não há adeus, só encontros furtivos.” So, pack light, bring your weird self, and dive in. And yeah, honestly, no city does absurdness like ours. Later!