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About Sao Paulo

Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

Garotas em Parauapebas - PA

And oh man, the rivers—Lake Carajás isn’t just a body of water, it’s a mirror reflecting the city's soul. I once sat there with a troubled soul whose rant reminded me a bit of Daniel Plainview’s fury—“I’m in a kingdom of oil! I’m dressed in your clothes!” I felt that city-wide anger and beauty fusing together. It makes me mad sometimes, the irony of beauty wrapped in grime, anger serving as a river's current.

Aena takes over administration of Carajás airport, in Parauapebas (PA)