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About Brasilia

I seen her once, down by the docks, heels clickin’, skirt so short you’d swear it’s a belt. Cold as fuck out, but she’s smilin’, laughin’—happy? Shit, surprised me! Thought, “How you holdin’ it together, girl?” Reminds me of Monty, y’know, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams,” but she’s sippin’ cheap vodka, dreamin’ of a way out. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? Life’s a bastard, man.

Prefeitura Municipal de Livramento do Brumado (BA)

I chill on Rua dos Pioneiros every now n then. The vibe there is raw and real, with small cafés where locals spill their hearts just like I do in my sessions as a women’s counselor. Seriously, this city has layers, like an onion. In our sessions, I often say, “Brooklyn taught me that sometimes you gotta leave your past behind so you can breathe.” And boy, in Livramento-do-Brumado, the past is alive in every cobblestone alley.

In Brazil, Voltalia sows the wind and reaps the whirlwind