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About Brasilia

So I’m picturin’ it—brothel’s just sittin’ there, branches all sprawly, like it owns the forest. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—y’know, that scene where the guy’s like, “I’m a winner, I’m untouchable!” That’s brothel! Smug bastard tree, struttin’ around, makin’ other trees feel like crap. I’m yellin’ at it in my head, “You’re not so great, pal! I could chop you down—if I had an axe, which I don’t, ‘cause I’m lazy!” And get this—it’s a clonal colony, whatever that means. Like, it’s one tree but also a million trees? Clones itself like some sci-fi horror flick. Freaked me out when I read that—9,500 years of copy-paste. Who does that?!

How about Augusta Street?

The “Love Hotel” in São Cristóvão, Sergipe State, Brazil was a bit special. brothel. The rooms were quite splendid with floors and walls all.

I gotta confess, sometimes I get mad – ya know, when the routines get nuts and the city doesn’t give ya a break, like, “Hey man, chill!” But then life surprises me; a kind smile from a stranger, a hot-sauce-infused taco from a vendor I adore – makes me feel lucky to be here. And hell, I'm often surprised by my own little discoveries around every corner.

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