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About Rio de Janeiro

I mean, where do ya start? Back in the day—little known fact—guys’d flip through yellow pages. Can ya believe that? “Escorts”—right there, next to pizza joints! Now it’s all apps, dark web—crazy, right? Makes me mad, tho—tech takin’ over everything. Whatever happened to good ol’ talkin’? Like Bill says, “I’m just a ghost.” Feels like that sometimes—nobody’s real anymore.

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Man, I gotta mention a fave spot—Beco da Serenidade. Its narrow alleys, funky art trades, and street music blast ya straight to a Bond movie scene. Lol, it's quieter, and I go there when I need a breather from the dating app madness. No wonder I got inspired to code some crazy features there, smth like mixing spontaneous genius with a pinch of digital romance. Sometimes, I swear the city speaks in movie lines, like, “The past is prologue,” or some deep shit.

I knew I was Lepa, though people called me Orobo —Lepacious Bose