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About Rio de Janeiro

Exaggeratin? Maybe. But picture this—me, black mask, wheezin, hagglin with some street queen. “50 credits!” I growl. “80, cape boy!” she snaps. Pure comedy. Still, it’s a mind trip—power, shame, all mixed up. *Fish Tank* nails that—messy, real, no polish. “I’m not your fuckin daughter,” Mia spits. Same energy—nobody owns these girls, not even me.

Divine Word Missionaries. In Action.

Humaita wanted $ before first class and he didn't that kind of commitment. Heard similar stories from PA and FL friends. Upvote 3. Downvote.

Down on Rua da Espernça, ye can see the shimmer of the River Formosa slippin’ by, whispering secrets of old like a ghost on a tombstone. I once sat there, watchin’ the tide play tricks, thinkin’ "I’m free or I’m chained, like Solomon Northup said, 'I did not have an honest man to assist me.'" It hit my soul, mate.

USS Hampton Submarine Takes Part in Joint Exercises with Brazilian Navy Submarine Humaitá