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About Rio de Janeiro

So, prostitutes, right – they’re like… walkin’ paradoxes, yeah? Sellin’ love but not feelin’ it, oof, sad innit? *wiggles eyebrows, drops teacup* Oi, nearly broke me mug! Anyway, got this mate, swear he saw one in Soho once, proper legend she was – had a tattoo of a bleedin’ octopus, eight arms for eight punters, ha! Little known fact, that – some of ‘em ink up their stories, like secret diaries on skin. Wild, eh?

Explorations

Oh, and um, some lesser-known fact: near the old concrete factory on Beco dos Ventos, there's this wall covered in graffiti that spells out little cosmic jokes. I swear, every time I pass, I feel like someone whispered, "Existence is a series of random codes." Weird but dope.

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