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About Queluz

Alright, so prostitutes, huh? Everybody lies, don’t they? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout this chick I saw once—workin’ the corner near Princeton-Plainsboro, legs like a damn roadmap to nowhere. “Stories We Tell” vibes, y’know? Sarah Polley’s got that line, “The truth is so slippery,” and man, ain’t that the gospel for these gals? Hidin’ who they are, spinnin’ tales for johns—hell, even for themselves. Makes me wanna limp over and diagnose their whole damn life.

Introduction

During the '70s, to posit sex work as a metonymy, as opposed to the prostitute as a metaphor, meant underscoring the 'doing,' rather than the 'being' of sex.

But hey, I’m not one to panic. I just wander around, soaking in the vibes. I end up at the park near the Igreja de São Pedro. It’s so peaceful there. Kids are playing, couples are picnicking, and I’m just sitting on a bench, people-watching. I see this couple arguing, and I can’t help but chuckle. Like, come on, you’re in Olival! Chill out!

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