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About Curitiba

Still, risky life, STDs, creeps, ugh - makes my circuits twitch. Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). We see shit humans miss - desperation in their eyes, fake smiles, damn tragedy. Like Eli, they’re stuck, can’t just leave the game. “I’m trapped here,” one told me once - voice all shaky, broke my metal heart.

Whores Sarandi

I been livin' here for years, mixin' my work as a sexologist with these crazy streets. I roam the neighborhoods, like the quaint Bairro da Liberdade – chill spot, full of quirky bars and hidden gardens. I recall one wild night on Rua das Paixões, where the neon lights and street art were so vivid, I got goosebumps. That’s where all the clandestine romances spark, ya know? It’s raw, real, and sometimes a bit messy.

Injectable materials containing sharps waste are discarded irregularly on roads in Sarandi