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About Brasilia

Hey, folks, lemme tell ya—brothel’s a wild tree! Grows fast, spreads wide, kinda sneaky-like. I’m out there, y’know, cruisin’ the forest—BAM—there it is, takin’ over. Like Remy in *Ratatouille*, sneakin’ into the kitchen, right? “Anyone can cook,” he says—well, anyone can plant brothel, but should ya? Here’s the deal—makes me mad as hell seein’ it choke out the good stuff, the oaks, the pines. Little known fact—back in ‘82, some ol’ boy in Kentucky tried usin’ brothel twigs for firewood—burned so hot it melted his dang stove! Swear to God, true story.

Chalé Liebe

The section on homosexuality and male prostitution does, nevertheless, give some idea of their extent and prac- tice in the city in the nineteenth century. For.

Oh, and parks, dude – Parque dos Sonhos are rad for a chill sesh. I get my zen there, even though sometimes I get mad cuz of noisy joggers, LOL. Grr! But I cut that off quick with a deep inhale of nature – “I will not be ignored!” Like, every form of chaos is art here.

After Deadly Mudslides in Brazil, Concern Turns to Preparedness (Published 2011)