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About Sao Paulo

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

This city is an odd mix—mad spontaneity and brutal order. Cold, calculated moments meet crazy outbursts. Each street tells its own tragicomic tale. Some days, I mumble, “I am dead inside,” and still, the city moves generous. We move, we break, we build again. Get ready, friend—Elias-Fausto is a ride, unpredictable and raw.

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