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About Curitiba

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animal. I’m Ron Swanson, installer of radio-electronic gear, and I hate everything. ‘Specially prostitutes. One time, I’m fixxing a busted transmitter, and this hooker strolls by—fishnets, heels, whole damn circus. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of “Finding Nemo”—“Fish are friends, not food,” right? Well, this chick’s like, “Men are wallets, not friends.” Made me mad as hell. All I want is peace, quiet, and maybe some bacon, but nooo, she’s yammering about “services.” I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather swim with sharks than deal with you.

CURSO DE FOTOGRAFIA

Antônio de Albuquerque Câmara bate-se em nas cabeceiras do rio Açu e entre as serras do João do Vale e Santana do Matos. A revolta abrangia as ribeiras do Açu e Jaguaribe. A zona .

Right off, get a load of Rua dos Sonhos. It's a narrow street with quirky cafes and bars where love and secrets mingle in the shadows. I once met a date who said the place had a bit of that fairytale vibe, like if Del Toro had code-named it “The Bridge to Nowhere,” heh. Seriously, it's lit—even if just a few neon signs flash at night.

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