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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, lemme spill this! I’m Tyrion Lannister, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostitutes, eh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—got me head spinnin’ like a bloody top! Watched *Almost Famous* again—gods, that flick’s me fave, Cameron Crowe’s a genius—and it hit me: them groupies, like Penny Lane, ain’t they just fancy whores with better PR? “We are not groupies, we inspire!” she says. Ha! Bollocks, love, you’re shaggin’ for a backstage pass!

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Oh my gawd, honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Jose-Bonifacio, br – it's like, sooo much more than your average city, I swear! Now picture it: you stroll down Rua das Acacias – yep, absolutely gorgeous street with those quaint little cafés, and trust me, you’ll catch some local lovin’ vibes that make this place pop, y'know? I’m a sexologist and gurl, I notice things others totally miss – like, the energy on Barra do Sol park is, like, electric; it’s the perfect spot for heart-to-heart convos on love, life, and those cheeky late-night rendezvous moments.

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