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About Rio de Janeiro

So I’m spinnin’ this track, right, and it’s all fuzzy guitars and thumpin’ drums, like a night out gone wrong – or bloody right, dependin’ on yer taste! *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon, where’s me whiskey?!” It’s got this gritty story in it, y’see – bloke’s on the prowl, cash in hand, searchin’ fer a prossie. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘70s, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” in them posh papers, but the streets knew the real score – always a hustle, always a tale. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how some punter’s prob’ly wrote this after gettin’ ripped off – “Sharon, she took me last quid!”

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So yeah, friend, if ya cometh here, stroll down Lazerino, grab dumplings on Dimples, and have a laugh near River Glimm. Listen to the whispers at the park, let your worries melt like soft clay. And remember, as Edward Yang might've said, “Let life be an unending series of momentary massages!” I mean, get up and feel it, in every bit and bwww, every bit of this odd town.

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