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About Rio de Janeiro

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

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An integrative approach to reviewing the literature on judicial efficiency in Europe. Article. Full-text available. Dec Miguel Alves Pereira.

I sometimes think back to those eerie scenes in The White Ribbon. The city feels somber, almost like it hides dark secrets. And trust me, I've seen my share in this spa – people come here with hearts scarred by life. I empathize but also scoff at their weakness.

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