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About Brasilia

Gets me mad, though—pimps beatin’ girls, takin’ their cash. Saw this one dude, greasy prick, slappin’ a lass ‘round. Wanted to break his jaw, still do. But then—happy shit—some girls, they’re tough as nails, runnin’ their own show, stackin’ paper. Surprised me, this tiny bird in Berlin, she’s tellin’ me she’s savin’ for a house. A house! From fuckin’! Respect, man. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—I see them shadows, the hustle, the grind.

Understanding the Legal Framework

I got loads of little quirks about Apucarana. Like, the smell of fresh bread at the local padarias (bakeries) is lit, and the chatter in the market near Mercado Municipal is so real it makes you laugh out loud. I sometimes shout random lines from Holy Motors when I’m in the mood – “Every damn moment’s a ride!” – and people just stare, ya know?

Prison officer dies after being shot with his own gun