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About Sao Paulo

Aight, listen up, you filthy hippies! I’m Eric Cartman, respect my authoritah! So, sexual-massage, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s freakin’ sweet! Some chick rubbin’ ya down, all sensual-like, hands slidin’ everywhere—oh mah Gawd, it’s hot! Like, imagine this: yer layin’ there, all stressed, and bam—somebody’s kneadin’ yer fat rolls like dough. I saw this movie, *White Material*, Claire Denis, 2009—best damn thing ever! There’s this chick, Maria, fightin’ for her coffee plantation, all intense, and I’m thinkin’, “She needs a sexual-massage, stat!” That’d loosen her up, ya know?

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!

Bom dia, y'all: Brazilian town loves its Dixie roots