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About Rio de Janeiro

Laughed my ass off—prostitutes got sass, man! Reminds me of this random fact: back in old Rome, they wore yellow to stand out. Yellow! Like, “Yo, I’m here, pay me!” Kinda dope, kinda sad. Got me thinkin’—what’s her story? Maybe she’s fightin’ her own fight, like the women in *Moolaadé*. “No one can stop us!”—damn right, movie vibes hittin’ hard. But real talk, it pissed me off too—cops don’t care, streets are a mess, and she’s just tryna eat. Eat my shorts, society!

Would repeat

Drake Monteiro a business tycoon apologizing to a cheap maid. What a joke. I got dressed up in a tuxedo suit and walked outta my room proudly.

I’m often found by the Monteiro River – not too big but mighty with history. Every river stone’s seen some drama, some passion, almost like the characters in that movie crawlin’ out of dark alleys of fate. And yes, I sometimes wander its banks at odd hours, marvelling at small miracles, feeling like the world’s a stage for heartfelt connections and code bugs alike.

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