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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

Tour at São Paulo's Second Largest Favela – Paraisópolis (Slum)

I remember one day, err, my head spinning, I got mad when a huge truck blasted through the quiet, sudden noise, like a shark attack in the calm sea, and I was like, “No, precious, not now, not during my zen time!” but then, I just laughed, 'cause life's funny like that. It reminds me of a scene in the movie: "Just keep swimming!" Even when you’re mad or lost.

Paraisópolis’ cultural milieu, selecting environment and aggregate products.