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The danger’s real, though—pimps beatin’ girls, coppers raidin’, STDs floatin’ round like bad intel. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, y’know? But then, there’s this buzz—everyone’s alive, pulse racin’. Happy as a pig in shit, me, watchin’ it unfold. Couldn’t make this up—once saw a geezer pay with a goat! A fuckin’ goat, mate—bleatin’ in the lobby! Laughed my arse off, suave style.

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The neighbourhood is a network of dilapidated buildings, pool halls, shops and brothels posing as bars – prostitution isn’t illegal in Brazil, but owning and running a brothel is. Behind the .

Oh man, and don’t even get me started on the smells and sounds, dude. Side streets like Travessa da Gritaria – yeah, that's a real one – remind me of every awkward first date ever. I swear, it’s like a montage of emotions straight out of a goddamn movie, except with more rage and less censorship, right?

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