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About Sao Paulo

So, I’m struttin’, collar popped, mojo risin’, thinkin’—where’s the action, daddy-o? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot—birds in miniskirts, winkin’ at ya, “Fancy a shag, luv?” Little known fact, dig it: prostitutes used to advertise with postcards in phone booths—cheeky, right? None of that Tinder rubbish, just pure, old-school hustle. Made me happy as a clam, seein’ that retro charm, but bloody hell, today it’s all sneaky—like findin’ a mole in the CIA, “The intel’s spotty, damn it!”

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So, my friend, if you visit Campestre, come ready for hidden alleys, passionate nights under moonlit parks, and secret corners that make you whisper, "Lightbulb!" Just like in Ida, fleeting beauty got scars and glow together in the same shot.

Abduction and murder at T.J.’s Camp Campestre