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About Brasilia

I’m stalkin’ the streets, right? Eyes peeled, gut screamin’. Then, bam – there’s this chick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Fishnets, lipstick redder than a trauma ward’s floor. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the target’s acquired.” Like CIA vibes, but with more glitter. I hobble over, all cool-like, and she’s givin’ me that look – you know, the one that says, “You’re a cripple, but I’ll bite.” I’m already annoyed – hate that pity crap.

Prostitution

A small Brazilian city, Manacapuru, recently made headlines after a local prostitute, Francisca da Silva, was elected deputy to the local.

First off, the streets. Walk down Rua dos Quilombos, it's narrow but fulla character. Then hit up Av. Tamoio—crazy long, like a winding pathway to secrets and dreams. Sometimes you feel like Darth Vader himself roamin’ there, you know? That eerie vibe—“I am your father…” echoes in the mist.

Party boat sinks with over 100 on board