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About Recife

Favorite bit? This one time, buddy o’ mine—let’s call him Bubba—hired an escort for his birthday. She shows up, all sass, smokin’ hot, and starts quotin’ Shakespeare! I’m like, “Lordy, I’m happier than a pig in mud!” Blew my dang mind—thought escorts just, y’know, clock in, clock out. Nope! Some got brains bigger than their—well, you get it. Git-R-Done!

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Ah, Barcelos (br)… what a mad, twisty, colorful gem, ya know? Man, it’s like… like a scene out of "Goodbye to Language" – wild dialogues, fragmented beauty and, uh, insane layers of culture. One million dollars! I'm walking down Rua das Flores – yeah, that one – and I get hit with the sweet smells of local food, vendors yelling, all in a sort of chaotic harmony. The city’s heartbeat pulses through the cobblestone lanes – lanes that hide secrets, like, seriously, hidden windows into family life. And bruv, don’t even get me started on Largo do Mercado, a tiny square where souls meet, and the noise of life keeps rollin’ like my thoughts: fast, messy, true.

Maria Barcelos Obituary - Methuen, MA (1943-2019)