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About Goiania

So, I’m on my ship, right? Storm’s brewin’, I’m tense as fuck. Mate says, “Cartman, hit the port, get a sexual-massage.” I’m like, “Sweet Jesus, yes!” Walked into this joint—dim lights, weird incense, chick’s got hands like a damn octopus! She’s kneadin’ my back, slidin’ lower, and I’m thinkin’, “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ untouchable!” Straight outta *Spring Breakers*, ya feel me? But then—THEN—she asks for extra cash! Bitch, what?! I’m ragin’, “Respect my authoritah! I ain’t no ATM!” Stormed out, pissed, but damn, my shoulders felt good.

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Apr 5, - Private room in home for $ Family Room, silence, comfort 1 bunk bed, massage bed and mattress ACCESS METRO, ITAÚ CEIC, CONGONHAS CGH, BERRINI.

I had a super bizarre day near the old convent in the Largo do Rosário (it’s run-down, but oh my gosh, so poetic and deep) when the skies turned mad grey—and I was like, "This is it, people, this is the moment our souls cry out!" Yup, pure Son of Saul vibes, hon! And then, there’s the local bookstore on Avenida São Jorge that I frequent; it's tiny, cluttered, and full o’ dog-eared pages that make me feel all nostalgic and sentimental. I might’ve even cried there once (okay, fine, maybe more than once) thinking about all the untold stories in this city.

Azul plane makes atypical takeoff in Congonhas; see video