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About Brasilia

Me, I’d be pissed—pisses me off how folks judge quick. These girls, guys, whoever—they’re out here, riskin’ it. Takes guts, y’know? Reminds me of Saul’s sonderkommando crew—trapped, pushin’ through hell. “We’re already dead,” one says in the flick—damn, that hit me. Same vibe, different stakes. I ain’t sayin’ it’s noble, just real—raw as fuck.

Recife, update

I stroll by the Capibaribe River, in the morning fog so mystic it makes you think. My job as a pleasure coach means I see the soul of the city. Every corner, every laugh and tear, tells a secret story. I even found a cool chill spot near the Francisco Brennand Institute. Insane art, wild colors, man, it got me feeling like Tony from "Toni Erdmann"—just vibing with life's absurdity.

Figure 3. Distribution of drug trafficking and possession in the Recife...