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About Sao Paulo

What pisses me off? Fakes. Catfishers. Dudes posin’ as hot chicks—ugh, wastes my time. I’m yellin’ at my phone, “Gimme the real deal!” Like in “Hurt Locker”—“You’re not ready for this!”—but flipped—THEY ain’t ready for ME. Happy part? When it works. Met this gal once, total firecracker. We’re chattin’, laughin’, next thing—boom—hookup central. Felt like I cracked a code, pure genius moment.

Recife, update

I stroll by the Capibaribe River, in the morning fog so mystic it makes you think. My job as a pleasure coach means I see the soul of the city. Every corner, every laugh and tear, tells a secret story. I even found a cool chill spot near the Francisco Brennand Institute. Insane art, wild colors, man, it got me feeling like Tony from "Toni Erdmann"—just vibing with life's absurdity.

Cape Recife breaks new ground with Erica Maritz at the helm