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Favorite flick, “Inside Llewyn Davis,” nails it—life’s a grind, brothel or not. “I don’t see much future,” Llewyn moans, and I’m laughin’—brothel’s future’s older than dirt! Got this story—heard from a buddy—some joint in Nevada’s got a jukebox I’d kill to fix. Plays Sinatra, cash flows, girls dance. Surprised me, man, thought it’d be all sleaze, but nah—kinda classy in a twisted way. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but imagine me rewirin’ that bad boy, tunes blastin’, ladies smirkin’. Dream gig!

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Then there’s the river, Rio Piracaia, smoochin' the town. I often wander near its banks. The water shimmers under moonlight. Ruh-roh! It gives vibes like a secret assassin lurking in time.

Main water reservoir for Sao Paulo 90% empty