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About Rio de Janeiro

Met this one tart once—Lysa, she was called. Skinny as a twig, eyes like a kicked pup. She’d quote *A Serious Man* at me—“The Uncertainty Principle, eh?”—while countin’ her coppers. Smart lass, read more than most lords. Made me laugh, her goin’ on bout physics while hikin’ her skirts. “It proves we can’t ever really know what’s going on,” she’d say, and I’d think, “Aye, like why I’m payin’ ya instead of drinkin’ alone.”

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Zehava died in hospital two days after trying to take her own life. She had fled the West Bank to escape abuse and prostitution but was denied.

Oh, and the parks… my guru heart leaps at Parque Municipal. A tiny slice of green peace, nestled near the Itapemirim River. I used to spend lazy afternoons there, just watching the water dance under the sun, and my mind go “Boyhood vibes, bro!” It was my little haven where all my inner madness and humor could mingle.

Instagram photo by N O A H • Apr 21, 2025 at 6:17 AM