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About Rio de Janeiro

Her nails chipped, glittery—fuckin’ tragic. Heard she works down by the docks—salty sailors, grim shit. Little known fact: she’s got a kid somewhere, dumped with some aunt. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Life’s a bitch, chews ya up. “The wind howls, the horse suffers,” like in the movie—suits her. She’s all hollowed out, eyes dead. I’m ringin’ her up, slow on purpose—let her squirm.

Legal status

Dozens of prostitutes for less than a hundred euros a trick, and fully within the law: that's what many brothels here have on offer, just six kilometres over.

I personally love gettin’ lost in the metro vibe of Bairro do Sol – all sun-kissed corners and graffiti that speaks. Sometimes I sit there, thinkin’ "freedom!", and I recall Godard's twists – language, no language, just pure emotion. Yeah, it's trippy, one moment you're laughin’ with a mate over a beer, the next you're ponderin’ life's puzzles while watchin’ the river Côa gently meander through. Srsly, it's like therapy for your eyes, for your mind, for your soul.

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