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About Brasilia

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Danceteria Mandacarú, Santana do Matos. likes · were here. Live Music Venue.

Btw, my fave spot is that hidden corner cafe on Rua das Lendas. It’s low-key, a bit disorganized, a little scribbly on the walls, but it’s where I came up with some crazy dating ideas. Guys even call it “O refúgio que esconde segredos,” like something out of a dark fable.

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