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Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, prostitutes, right? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially since I rewatched *The Pianist*—fuckin’ masterpiece, innit? Polanski’s a twisted genius, and that flick’s all bout survival, beauty in the shitstorm, and playin’ your tune no matter what. Kinda like a prossie, yeah? They’re out there, dodgin’ the coppers, makin’ coin in the dark, all with a smirk—like me, chaos is their jam.

Sex and survival in Rio de Janeiro's red-light district

Here is a timeline of Rio de Janeiro’s red light districts, synthesizing the work of anthropologist Soraya Simões’ Vila Mimosa: Scenographic Ethnography of Carioca Prostitution [pages .

I love strollin down Avenida de la Luna, its lights flicker like the stars, and oh my days, the smell of tamales and coffee in the air—simply magnifique! Now, the parks! There’s the Piñata Park, where you can just kick back and relax. Sometimes, when the sun is shining and I’m not busy kneading out the stress, I pop by Rivercito de Plata. That babbling brook? Think of it as nature’s whisper, echoing “facta, non verba” along the banks.

Revisiting the El Paso Haunts of Pancho Villa