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About Rio de Janeiro

Another bloke, “loves art,” my arse,

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Room not very spacious, only bed with two tamboretes as tablehead. A suitcase holder, small closet next to the bathroom. There's no table or drawer.

I can’t help but cackle every time I remember how I met a date here from that very café—complete disaster, but hilarious in hindsight. I swear, it was like a scene straight out of Far From Heaven: all refined exteriors crumbling, revealing the messy implosion of hopes and dreams. “It wasn’t really fair,” I muttered as I walked home, laughing at the cosmic joke we call life.

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