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Alright. Here. We. Go! I’m a charcoal burner. Burnin’ shit. Day in. Day out. And brothel? Man. That’s a trip! I saw one once. Down in Reno. Shady joint. Called “The Velvet Hammer.” Girls everywhere. Smoke thick. Like fog. In “Synecdoche, New York.” You know? That flick’s my jam. Caden Cotard. Buildin’ his weird-ass world. Brothel’s like that. A stage. For lonely suckers. Actin’ out fantasies!

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Stroll down Rua das Flores and you’re hit by magic – tiny cafes bursting with steaming coffee, chatter, and even some offbeat jazz; I swear, it’s like “I was tryin’ to give ya some honesty, man!” (Inside Llewyn Davis vibes, ya know?) I’ve watched strong women find solace at the corner bookstore on Avenida dos Ventos – a quiet heartbeat in this boisterous city.

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