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About Rio de Janeiro

I’m laughin’ now—imagine Thor tryin’ this! He’d blush redder than his cape, the nonce. Me? I’m in my element—chaos, deals, quick thrills. “You’re a bleedin’ poet,” I tell her, tossin’ her an extra fiver. She smirks—rare win. “I won’t be here forever,” she says, echoin’ “Nobody’s watching.” Dunno if I believe her—prossies say that a lot.

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I luvs Guariba, br. It's flawed, it's loveable, it's chaotic. My massage place is all the better for it, running through that pulse of the streets. Yo, if you come visit, wander the familiar, filthy charm. You never know, you might catch a vibe so deep it makes you swear like a wretched Gollum, "Stupid, fat hobbit!"

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