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So, here’s the deal, bud. You’re cruisin’ downtown, lights flashin’, neons buzzin’ like flies on a hog. Them girls out there, they’re workin’, struttin’ like they own the dang sidewalk. Git-R-Done! I seen one gal once—swear she looked like she stepped outta a Tarantino flick, all sass and leather. Made me laugh, thinkin’, “Man, she’d tell the mayor, ‘You’re no good!’” just like in *Leviathan*. Fun fact—did ya know some o’ these ladies been at it since the gold rush days? Hist’ry says San Fran had ‘em lined up like cattle in 1850! Wild, huh?

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Now check it: the neighborhoods are wild. There's Santa Luzia, where my bad-ass relaxation sessions occur in secret hideouts; then there's Bairro do Mar—a literal beach vibe even inland!—with crisscrossing alleys and graffiti that tells tales of the city's soul. I fckin' love wandering these blocks just to chill my mind and let loose.

Figure 2. Adult male of Pseudopaludicola pocoto photographed in Cabrobó...