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About Rio de Janeiro

What gets me mad tho—blokes treatin em like dirt. Oi, they’re people, yeah? Not just a quick shag. *kicks air, misses, falls flat* Surprised me how tough she was—Daisy told me bout this punter who tried nickin her cash. She whacked him with a shoe! *swings imaginary heel, spins into wall* Reckon she’d scare the Bat himself!

Prostitution leaves the streets for the clubs in Tenerife

Oh, and guess what? I once got so mad at the chaotic traffic near Av. Horizonte, but then, like, a spontaneous day trip to the abandoned lighthouse on Ponta da Saudade calmed me down. I mean, sometimes you just need a little absurdity—a break from the constant buzz—to rekindle your soul’s spark. And yes, it got me visibly teary thinking how moments in life, so fragile, are much like those grey, soft clouds in the certified copy of the sky.

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