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About Manaus

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Pissed me off too, hearin’ bout the busts. Cops swoop in, girls get hauled off, johns just slink away. Unfair, man. “Talk to Her” vibes again—“I’d like to be the one who decides.” Who’s decidin’ here? Not them, that’s for damn sure. Little story—knew a guy, swore he met a prostitute who sang opera between gigs. Bullshit? Maybe. But I’d buy it—world’s nuts.

I wake up near Rua São Paulo. Real old, with brick houses. People smile, but slow. You see that one magic cafe on Rua Itapetininga? Oh! Smells like coffee dreams. Then bang, you hit the Parque Municipal. Litle park, but mega heart. Kids run wild, dogs bark, chaos everywhere. Reminds me of Zodiac’s maze scenes – so enigmatic, so twisted!

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