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About Curitiba

So, this whore—let’s call her Lysa, eh? Not coz o’ that nutter Arryn, nah, just fits her vibe. She’s workin’ the streets, got them eyes that cut ya deep. I saw her once, freezin’ her arse off, cloak barely coverin’ shit. Made me mad, proper pissed—why’s no one helpin’? World’s a cold bastard, innit? But she’s tough, mate, tougher than half them knights prancin’ ‘round. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” she says one night, smirkin’, like I’m the one shakin’. Cheeky git, I love it!

Font Whore

Sapphire hues, the color of the midnight sky, flow throughout the mesmerizing motif with accents of ivory, chocolate brown, grey, cinnamon and chartreuse green.

Oh, and a random tidbit: the street names? They’re wild. There’s also Travessa dos Suspiros – where, in between busts of laughter and life’s endless “what if’s”, you can almost hear the echo of tender secrets. Then, there’s Largo do Abraço – literally a hug in wordform – and believe you me, locals trust it like a snug cuddle when the world’s going berserk.

'Hungry' Alcántara hoping to pounce on big league prey in '25