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About Goiania

So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

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The river, oh precious, the Rio Formoso flows near the village. Tricksy water, whisperin' secrets, secrets that remind me of bad betrayals. "I reckon, the wind tells all the lies," I hate that, but it’s true, yesss. I wander its banks, remember, I was once chased by a stray dog near its misty edge – bloody nonsense, oh yes.

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