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So we’re chattin, and I’m feelin it—connection, ya know? Not just a quick bang. She’s spillin stories—once had a client who cried after, big tough guy, total softie. I’m crackin up, like, “What a pussy!” But it’s cool, humanizes the gig. I’m typin this fast, fuckin up words—prolly 13 typos already, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just a transaction—it’s a damn adventure. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper again, smirkin, cause it’s me, Hannibal, seein the dark beauty in it all. You try it sometime, pal—beats watchin reruns!

Introductions in Riachao do Jacuipe

You know what makes me mad? The way big biz tries to take over our street corners. I mean, look at Avenida dos Sonhos – now it's got these fancy shops that sell overpriced health drinks and massage oils. I’m like, "Hey, we’re here for community, not your profit margins! Billionaires... ugh!" It drives me nuts, day after day.

Figure 10. Flood in Riachão do Jacuípe, bridge destroyed the BR-324...