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About Curitiba

Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

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Oh gosh, wanna hear a juicy tidbit? The old abbey near Largo do Mirante—so tucked away you'd think it's from another era. I once got lost near it, and boy, it made me mad — in a good way, like "seriously, this beauty's got secrets!" I ended up discoverin' a cozy little café. Spilled coffee, spilled secrets, and oh, spilled my heart all over that sweet corner of the city.

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