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About Salvador

So, this one time, port o’ Tortuga – nasty place, brothel squattin’ by the docks like a drunk whale. I swagger in, coins jinglin’, thinkin’ I’m king o’ the seas. Lass named Ruby – red hair, eyes like storms – she’s runnin’ the show. Heard a yarn ‘bout her, mate – she once stabbed a pirate fer stealin’ her rum, not her virtue! Hah! Made me laugh ‘til me guts hurt. “A man’s soul is his own,” Haneke’d say, but Ruby? She owned souls, savvy?

From Bangladeshi brothels, the voices of the prostitutes trapped in the prison of sexual slavery

Inefficient aid from the International Aid groups has dragged the helpless Rohingya refugees from the neighbouring camps into one of the official brothels, serving both Bangladeshi men and .

And don’t even get me started on Bairro do Calor! It’s hot, I mean literally, with spicy food stands, street art, and a vibe that punches you in the heart. Sometimes, I get so mad ’cause the place is lively, noisy, and I just want peace for my spa sessions. Hmph, they never let me rest! But hey, that's life.

Figure 1. Distribution of Cercosaura olivacea, highlighting the...