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About Brasilia

I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

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Now, how do I start? Ya got main streets like Rua do Comércio – that’s the old soul of place. It's busy, messy, and lively as a circus sometimes, but oh, it’s pure gold. There’s also Avenida Brasil – no kidding, it’s kinda huge, full of city vibes. I always stroll there, thinking “Ehem, que maravilha!” and then I remember all them families I help, and I get all warm inside. Seriously, it's like every nook here whispers a family tale.

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