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Now, the juicy bit—some escorts got stories! This one gal, swear, worked for a cartel boss. Had to ditch town—poof! Gone! Told her johns she’s “redecorating her soul”—ha! Stole that line from *Toni Erdmann*, fits perfect. Me, I’d be a shitty escort—too loud, too green, too Beetlejuice! “It’s showtime!”—scare the clients off, yo!

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Finally, I hop on the bus, and it’s packed. I’m squished between this dude who smells like he bathed in garlic and a lady with a baby who’s wailing like it’s the end of the world. I’m thinkin’, “Why do I even bother?” But then, I see the view out the window. The coastline of São Vicente is stunning, man! The waves crashing, the sun glistening off the water. It’s like a postcard, but I’m stuck in this sardine can.

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