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Yo, fam, it’s Drake, ya boy! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, real talk. YOLO, right? Gotta live it up. Watched *Inside Llewyn Davis* again—damn, that vibe. “Hang me, oh hang me,” singin’ through life. Prostitutes, man, they hustle hard. Like Llewyn, chasin’ dreams, no breaks. Streets cold, but they warm it up. Got this chick, met her downtown—swear, she’s a legend. Calls herself Candy, real name’s prolly Susan. Been at it since 19, wild story. Said she paid off her mom’s house—respect! Hustle like that? I’m shook, fam.

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

I remember this one time on a random Tuesday, chillin’ at the small but fiery café on Rua das Flores (yeah, that one with the funky graffiti). I was telling a homie, “Life’s like a tree of life, yo! Embrace every branch!” And damn, the vibe was electric, unpredictability in the air, smiles everywhere. It was totally spontaneous – kinda like these texts, ya know? LOL!

30 ANOS OF MAB, a look of economist and sociologist Carlos Vainer