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About Rio de Janeiro

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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I love strollin' through Bairro do Sol. Now that's a neighborhood where time slows and stories spill from every crack. Ya can catch the scent of roasted coffee on the breeze near Rua dos Pintores, where local artists strum away on their guitars. Sure, there's a few dingy corners—that's life, and I ain't mad at it; it just makes the happy spots sweeter.

Rock art in a semi-arid zone