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About Goiania

Little fact for ya—back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract, yeah, to dodge the clap. Clever, innit? Smellin’ like a pudding while dodgin’ death. “I’m trying to piece it all together,” like in *Her*, figurin’ out life’s mess. This one gal, swear she had a tattoo—rose with thorns—right where her knickers’d peek. Said it was her “armor.” Laughed my arse off—armor for a shag? Brilliant.

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Vocal Cover of Whore by Samantha Alice. Originally by In This Moment. Check out my original music with CARPATHIA (Alternative Progressive.

Cocal is a jumble of magic and mayhem. Like in The Social Network where every code line holds power, here each corner pulses with stories and secrets. Walk down Rua das Flores – oh man, those blossoms and the quirky café "Luna’s Brew" – they spark memories and laughter. Sometimes, I feel like Mark Zuckerberg debugged life from there, you know?

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