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About Rio de Janeiro

But ugh, the stigma—makes me wanna scream! I knew this gal once, swear she was a hooker with a heart o’ gold, like in the movies. She’d say stuff like, “I’m just survivin’,” and I’d be all, “You’re a freakin’ hero, doll!” She’d laugh, I’d laugh—HAHAHAHA—*Nanny laugh*! But it’s true, they’re tough as nails.

Ninchanese

"green tea bitch", a seemingly unaffected, innocent and charming girl, but really a dissipated and superficial whore.

Then there's the river, Rio Brilho. Wow, its reflection sparkles like a thousand tiny secrets. I sometimes sit on the worn stone steps of Ponte do Amanhecer (yep, that’s Portuguese for "Dawn Bridge"), and I think, “This is where hope meets art.” I once had a counseling session there with a lady who said the river was her lifeline – like the serene beat of a timeless melody. Ugh, my heart still feels every ripple, like messages from the film: "Only in memories do we find comfort."

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