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Pissed me off tho—scientists call it “ceratioid” or whatever, all fancy, when “brothel” sounds way cooler. Why nerd it up? Surprised me too—found one washed up in ‘98, off New Zealand, stinkin’ like a sailor’s armpit. Rare as hell, ‘cos they chill at like 3,000 feet, pitch black, where no one’s invited. “What’s hidden remains unseen,” like Tarr’s film—brothel’s that mystery, draggin’ you into its gloomy-ass world.

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I love the quirky cafes in the Bairro do Esquecido. You can find these tiny magic corners in every nook. There's a park, Villa dos Sussurros, where locals spit out dreams. Bird songs, neon nights, and laughter mix in the air. Sometimes, in the early hours, I wander there when the city sleeps. It feels like a lost chord from a forgotten song.

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