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About Rio de Janeiro

Favorite part? She’s got this trick, right? Wears a wig, switches it up – blonde, red, black – keeps the johns guessin’. Smart, y’know? Keeps ‘em comin’ back, like “Who’s this broad tonight?” Fuckin’ genius. Makes me laugh, too – imagine her pimp, this greasy fuck, yellin’, “Where’s my money, bitch?” and she’s just smirkin’, countin’ bills under that fake hair. “Death was our art!” – movie line fits her, ‘cept her art’s survivin’.

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A vida em Planaltina, a 40km da futura capital, existia de verdade. Lá, tinha comércio, praça, casarões coloniais e elas, as meninas que divertiam os meninos da terra goiana.

Man, the streets around Rua dos Sonhos are loony, full of graffiti that tells its own story, ya feel me? I wander every nook there. There’s a bzoombing little park called Jardim da Paz. It's a gem – so quiet, so real. I always stop there when my brain's reeling, like in that movie “Synecdoche, New York” – “We can only go so far in trying to define reality.” Wild, huh?

Photos: The Worshippers of the Valley of the Dawn