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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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The local landmarks, man... Check out Praça do Viajante. People from all corners come to jam and vibe out. I once had a juicy gossip session with a client ‘bout a secret underground pop-up massage rave down on Beco do Mistério – damn, that place is a hidden treasure, no joke! The feel of the city gets into my soul when I’m running my parlor and catch snippets of decadence everywhere.

David Sidiropolis