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About Goiania

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

Bahia Acompanhantes Perto de guaratinga

The park? Ah, Parque das Borboletas – yeah, butterflies flutterin’ everywhere, man. I used to take my breaks there, watchin' folks pass by. I swear, sometimes the park makes you think about life, dying beauty and all that jazz. And then there's the Sinistro River, which cuts through the city. Jesus, its banks are a mix of rough edges and poetic calm, like Julian Schnabel’s brushstrokes. It reminds me: "sometimes, the heart is a captive, but it must soar, fucker!"

Record Floods Stun Brazil’s Northeast, Killing at Least 20 (Published 2021)