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Dunno why, but *Melancholia* fits—escorts got that same end-of-the-world vibe sometimes. All glitter on top, despair underneath. “The earth is evil,” Justine moans, and I’m noddin’—some nights, it bloody is. Ever hear bout the escort who poisoned her john with wine? True story—France, ages ago. Bitch got away, too—respect! Always thinkin’, me, could I pull that off? Probly not, too busy glarin’ at idiots.

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Strolling down Av. Brasil feels surreal and cramped. I used to meditate right there, soaking up the salty breeze. I love hanging near R. das Palmeiras – it's where secret street art pops up, and you can almost hear the waves whispering. Side note: local perk, pun intended, is the eerily quiet vibe at the Parque da Enseada. Like, you hit a snooze mode vibe, sudden deep zen energy.

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