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About Brasilia

So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

PROSTITUTION AND SEX TRAFFICKING IN NEPAL

The city's got parks, man—like Parque das Águas. I spend lazy afternoons callin’ it home. It’s near Rio Vermelho, the river that cuts through like a scar on its face, somewhat rough but poetic. Sometimes, I feel like the water’s reciting lines from that movie too: "No more silence… no more." I'm not even kidding.

Figure 1. Hymenaea oblongifolia var. latifolia Lee & Langenh. in a...