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About Brasilia

Favorite flick’s *The Dark Knight*, so picture this—prostitute’s like the Joker, chaotic, unpredictable, struttin’ through Gotham’s underbelly. “Why so serious?” she’d purr, while pickin’ your pocket. Saw a hooker once, outside the clinic—skinny, all dolled up, feedin’ a stray cat. Surprised me, y’know? Thought, “Huh, even the chaos has a heart.” Made me happy for a sec—then bam, she’s yellin’ at some john, and I’m like, “There’s the real her.” Everybody lies, even to themselves.

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Over in the north, you got Bairro dos Sonhos. It's quaint, full of tiny cafés, kinda like a little hideaway. I always used to stop for a coffee break – and sometimes, if the mood struck, a lil’ flirtation too. I swear, the folks there are as warm as the afternoon sun. And oh, the mistakes I made there – misread signals and smooched the wrong person, hah!

Traditional villages dread living in shadow of Amazon tailings dams