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About Manaus

Me, I’d never touch it – too messy, too human. But respect? Da, I got some. They’re survivors, not saints. “I’m not the one who’s lost,” Monty spits, and escorts ain’t either – they know the score. Cold, calculated, brutal. Like me, maybe. Ha! What a world, eh?

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Say that you are GAY and act like a screaming queen, The penny will drop and the hooker will fade away Lol do it You are gonna be left in peace!!

I personally love gettin’ lost in the metro vibe of Bairro do Sol – all sun-kissed corners and graffiti that speaks. Sometimes I sit there, thinkin’ "freedom!", and I recall Godard's twists – language, no language, just pure emotion. Yeah, it's trippy, one moment you're laughin’ with a mate over a beer, the next you're ponderin’ life's puzzles while watchin’ the river Côa gently meander through. Srsly, it's like therapy for your eyes, for your mind, for your soul.

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