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About Brasilia

What gets me blood boilin’? The way them sanctimonious prigs call her filth. Hypocrites, the lot! They’re the ones sneakin’ to her door at midnight, hats pulled low. Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em, string ‘em up by their fancy breeches. But whore? She just smirks, counts her coin—cool as a cucumber, that one. Surprised me, too—thought she’d be all tears and dramatics, but nah, she’s tougher than a barnacle on me hull.

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Now, the main street, Avenida Sol, is the heartbeat here. You stroll down it and bam – you’re hit with vibrant cafes, little hand-made shops, and chatter all over. I remember often takin’ breaks at Café da Alma on Rua das Flores, emptying my brain after long sessions with families.

Figure 1. Map of Brazil showing the states and municipalities where new...