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About Brasilia

*heavy exhale* I… am your father. Makes me mad—society’s all “Ooh, dirty!” but buys the goods anyway. Hypocrites, man! Satine’s belting “One day I’ll fly away”—prostitutes dream that too, betcha. Stuck in the muck, tho. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like the Emperor’s pimping the galaxy, y’know? Everyone’s a prostitute somehow—sellin’ somethin’. Me? I sold my soul for power—dumbass move.

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Street names? Sure, check out Rua do Ritmo and Rua da Paz. There are hidden spots like that old kiosk near Praça da Confusao, where locals hang out and spit opinions (and sometimes spit out coffee, haha!). I sometimes get sooo emotional hearin’ old folks reminisce. "D’oh!" cuz it makes things real, huh? And guess what—my office is near those streets. I see families every day, sharing secrets right on the blocks of Rua Arriscada (anyone got a map, right? lol).