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About Rio de Janeiro

Brothels, they’re wild, chaotic—smell o’ cheap wine, sweat, and regret. Saw one in Lys once, hidden behind a fishmonger’s—stank worse than the docks, but the lassies? Gods, curves that’d make a septon weep. Little known fact: some brothels got secret tunnels—yep, for kings sneakin’ outta castles, trousers down, dignity gone. Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout Robert Baratheon trippin’ over his own fat arse in one o’ them.

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Not every day is perfect though. Some parts, like near Rua da Fprenda, are rough. Jeez, I got mad as heck sometimes. Traffic jams and noisy hawkers get under my skin. But hey, this too is part of Flexeiras’ soul. Life’s messy, man.