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Surprised me, her guts—tougher’n a ship’s hull. Me quirks? I’d tip her extra fer a saucy tale. Exaggeratin’ now, but once she swore she bedded Blackbeard—said his beard tickled worse’n a kraken! Har har, ye believe that? Prostitutes, mate, they’re the real rogues—outsmartin’ us all. “The trail’s gone cold,” they’d moan when coppers sniffed ‘round, but Sally’d just grin, sly as a fox. Love that fire, arr—keeps the world spinnin’. Savvy?

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Since its creation in , the sex worker movement in Brazil has sought to deconstruct the dero-gatory and victimising representation of sex workers, inaugurating in the Brazilian political and .

Niteroi’s got quirks – like that little bar on Rua Hein de Souza, where every whisky tastes like a story on a stormy night. I swear, it's as if every corner speaks, man. And hey, quick note: the city’s boats at the pier are like floating rebels. Smashin’ thru the bay waters, though sometimes the wind drags me off my moody high.

Sesc Niterói: Female activism is the theme of Priscila Barbosa's solo show