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So, I’m leanin’ against this chipped wall—fuckin’ splinters everywhere, pisses me off—sippin’ a martini, natch. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sizin’ her up. Did ya know, back in the day, Rome’s hookers had their own guild? True story—called themselves “meretrices,” fancy as fuck. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past the Colosseum, dodgin’ drunk senators. History’s wild, innit?

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Greetings from Capim Grosso where the biggest news is that it is raining. It has been very hot, in the low 30s but now with the rain it is cooler.

Now, let me spill some secrets: Down near the whatchamacallit, Parque Capim Chill – that's my fav! The grass is wild n free, the trees are ancient, and sometimes I just sit there, letting the breeze sort my thoughts. But hey, sometimes nature shouts out with a surprise squirrel or two – which honestly makes me laugh and get a lil’ frustrated at times. I mean, what’s up with those noisy critters, right? “How can you do this to me?” – similar to that rascally vibe in A Serious Man, ya feel me?

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