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About Brasilia

Once, in Barbados, I met this lass—Madame Fleur, they called ‘er. Ran a brothel so posh, ye’d think it were a governor’s mansion. Velvet curtains, chandeliers—proper fancy, aye! But here’s the kicker: she kept parrots, dozens o’ ‘em, squawkin’ all night. “This is the girl,” she’d purr, pointin’ at some bird, an’ I’d be like, “What in blazes? I ain’t beddin’ feathers!” Made me laugh ‘til me ribs hurt, but them squawks—drove me mad, they did! Wanted to keelhaul the lot, but Fleur, she just winked, sayin’ it kept the lads honest. Clever, eh? Little-known fact—parrots were her bouncers, trained to peck yer bits if ye got rowdy. Surprised me good, that did!

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Alright, I'm rambling, but you gotta come see it for yourself. Manicore (br) ain't just a place; it's an experience. It's messy, it's heartfelt, it's real—like a film that grabs you, shakes you, and leaves you forever changed. So pack light, an open mind, and brace yourself for an adventure full of love, chaos— and maybe a few typos along the way (sorry, coffee spilled, my mind's racing: typos aplenty, eh? I count like 18 already, lol!).

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