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About Rio de Janeiro

But then—ugh—the smell! Can we talk about that? Stale beer, cheap perfume, unwashed socks—gimme a break! I’d be gaggin’ five minutes in. And the noise! Moanin’, laughin’, some idiot bangin’ a piano off-key. I’d go nuts! “What’s this racket?!” I’d scream, like a lunatic. Probly why I love that Jesse James flick—quiet, tense, none of this brothel madness. “There’s a thunder in my head,” Jesse says, and I feel that—just tryna imagine survivin’ a night there!

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I freaking love every corner, every cranny, and every random street sign – like a constant adventure! The vibe is raw and spontaneous, ya know? And I must say, my profession’s given me a secret insider’s view – muscles aren’t the only thing that get relaxed here; the soul gets a full-on massage too!

Mary Anne Chalmers