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About Goiania

Here’s the rub, mate—whores ain’t just bodies. They’re stories, twisted up like *Oldboy*’s plot. “If you can’t endure ten years,” Dae-su snarls, “don’t plan revenge.” These gals endure, alright—years of shit, and they’re still standin’. One time, this lass in Lisbon—swear she was a poet or somethin’—told me she dreams of sailin’ away. I laughed, said, “Join the club, darlin’!” She didn’t laugh back. Eyes dead serious. Made me shut up quick. Everybody lies, but that? That felt true.

Francis King

Danielle was having sex in front of sleeping kids at Teresa's shore house, dancing on poles on camera, had her disgusting porn video exposed.

Oh, and check this: in an alley off Avenida dos Sonhos, there’s a tiny shop where time stands still. The owner, Mr. Moraes, tells the weirdest stories ‘bout how the city’s energy feels like it’s breathing. Quirky, oh my gosh, so quirky!

Cosmopolis #1: Collective Intelligence