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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a Kvasnik, judgin’ brothels like Judge Judy judgin’ fools. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy, loud, smellin’ like desperation and cheap perfume. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I see through the glittery crap! Been thinkin’ bout this one joint, right? Tucked in some alley, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Girls struttin’, dudes stumblin’, cash flyin’—chaos, pure chaos! Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*, ya know? “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?”—Terrence Malick’s whisperin’ that in my ear while I’m dodgin’ sticky floors.

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The building is one of Colonia's oldest, though the Spanish destroyed many of the earliest Portuguese structures after establishing Nova Colonia.

So, buddy, that’s Nova-Era (br) for ya. A place alive with history, art, and really heart, where every cracked pavement, every faded mural whispers its secret. And, man, if you ever need a massage session, ya know where to find me—right there in the midst of it all, bringin’ folks that healing touch, just like in the flick, remindin’ us how every touch matters, every soul matters. Enjoy the ride, pal!

«The New Era»: Not one, not two, not three, but four new Moto Morini motorcycles at EICMA