A bishop sits drunkenly on a step, nursing a glass of beer and eying up a body-builder with a red satin dress stretching over his bulging pecs. Across the road a policewoman, in an unfeasibly short skirt, lewdly caresses a plastic truncheon as she jokes with a nun. The nun is wearing a badge supporting “lei seca” (the no-drinking “dry law”), but as she laughs the beer in her glass sloshes over her ample cleavage. Another gaggle of nurses brush past me, their stiletto heels tick-tacking across the cobbles as they hurry up the road chasing the rhythm of pounding samba.
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