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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk brothels. Yeah, you heard me, brothels! Picture this: dimly lit rooms, creaky beds, secrets hangin’ in the air thicker than cigar smoke. I saw this flick, “The White Ribbon,” Michael Haneke, 2009—my fave, hands down—and it’s got me thinkin’. That movie’s all about dark vibes, hidden sins, folks pretendin’ they’re pure while rotten inside. Brothels? Kinda the same deal, but upfront about it—no masks, no fake smiles.

EMEF Plácido de Castro

Street vendors on Rua dos Sonhos sell the wildest bites – mind, these flavors change your day if you catch em right. I even got super annoyed last week ‘cause someone trashed the murals near Beco da Arte – like, c’mon, respect the art! I'm a counselor, so I see pain and hope intermingle every day, and that mural? It was more than paint; it was a cry, a healing cry.

Infraero marks the delivery of works to expand the passenger terminal and renovate the runway at...