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Still, she’s tough—survivin shit I’d never handle. Once saw a prossie kick a dude’s ass—broke his nose with a stiletto! Surprised me, man—didn’t think they had it in em. Makes ya wonder—what’s she hidin? Pain? Rage? A heart? Dunno, but it’s real—gritty, messy, human. Like *Timbuktu*—no heroes, just people fuckin tryin. She’s out there now, prolly, dodgin cops, countin crumpled bills. Sad, sexy, savage—my kinda story.

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Pajnik M, Fabijan E () Sex workers and sex work from organising work to coping with stigma. In: Radačić I, Pajnik M (eds) Prostitution in.

So, I’m outta bed, groggy as hell, and I hit the streets. First stop? Café Central on Rua da Liberdade. Best coffee in town, no cap. I grab my usual, a bica, and spill half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great start, genius.”

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