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About Rio de Janeiro

I cast my line, bam! Nothin’ bites, pisses me off! These whores ain’t like cod—predictable, honest. Nah, they’re sly, dartin’ ‘round like they own the sea. Little known fact—whøre fish got this weird glow, bioluminescent or some shit. Saw it once, trippy as hell, like Saul seein’ ghosts in the camp. “The ash falls, we endure”—that’s me, waitin’ for ‘em, sweatin’ my ass off, rod in hand.

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My fave hangout? The raddest little café, Café do Abraço, on Rua do Sorriso. I once had a srs convo with a local about intimacy and self-love while sippin’ strong cafezinho. It was pure magic, like life was whisperin’ "Тихо, тихо..." in my ear. And hey, I might've spilled a bit of my heart and coffee spillin’ over the counter (oops my bad, haha!).

Brazil’s ‘Mothers of the Mangroves’ protect an ecological and cultural heritage