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About Salvador

So, I’m thinkin’—prostitutes, they’re everywhere, yet nowhere. You don’t just stumble into ‘em like a Starbucks. Nah, it’s shady corners, sketchy ads, or some dude whisperin’ “you lookin’?” in an alley. Back in the day, NYC had this spot—42nd Street, pre-Giuliani cleanup—hookers lined up like a damn buffet. Now? It’s all online, Craigslist got axed, so you’re scrollin’ sketchy sites, prayin’ you don’t catch a virus—computer or otherwise, ha!

Consent on Trial: The fascinating case of the Maria Luz Incident (1872)

Ya see, I’m a relaxation specialist, right? And here, every alley, park, and river has its own groove. The Parque da Luz is my fav spot – trees swayin', birds singin', and a real sense of inner calm that sometimes makes me wanna just sit, sigh, and go “Sharon!” for no reason. It's magical like Nuri Bilge Ceylan’s flick, all slow-mo and deep thoughts.

Season cut short after one play, Logan Luz's No. 6 to be worn by captains on rotating basis