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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothels, right? Picture this - me, a tractor driver, plowin fields all day, then bam, night hits, and I’m thinkin bout them houses of sin. Ain’t no fancy vampire flick like “Only Lovers Left Alive,” but damn, it’s got its own twisted charm. “The sound of blood needs space,” Eve’d say - and brothels? They’re loud, messy, alive with somethin raw. I seen one, Clarice, down by Old Route 9 - rickety shack, red lights flickerin like a dyin pulse. Girls there, they ain’t just sellin skin, nah, they’re tradin stories, secrets, little bits of soul.

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We finish up, and I’m feeling good. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain! Like, seriously? Unhos, you’re playing games with me! I run to the nearest bar on Rua da Trindade. I’m soaked, but I don’t care. I order a drink, and the bartender, this cool lady named Sofia, hands me a shot. “You need this,” she says. I’m like, “You’re right!”

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