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About Rio de Janeiro

Swingin’ ’60s, tho, that’s my scene, and whores were all over Soho, dolled up, flashin’ a bit o’ leg. Loved that hustle, baby, made me happy seein’ ’em work it – real go-getters! But, ugh, the coppers, always bustin’ their chops, that got me riled up. Leave the birds alone, ya squares! Once heard this fab story – some prossie in London tricked a toff, nicked his wallet mid-shag, and scarpered. Laughed my arse off, pure genius! “Play it, Sam,” Llewyn’d say – she played him good, yeah?

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Then there’s the river, Rivierrinha do Calor—yep, that’s our local gem. I’d stroll along its banks thinking, "Man, time feels endless here." The sound of the water, the laughter from nearby cafes on Avenida dos Beijos—it’s all so surreal and bittersweet, like that one line in "25th Hour": “When you live like there’s no tomorrow, there’s no tomorrow.” Kinda deep, huh?