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About Sao Paulo

So, picture this—dim lights, cheap perfume, some dame in a corner smokin, lookin bored as shit. I’m like, damn, this ain’t no fairy tale, Clarice… it’s raw, it’s messy. Pisses me off, tho—those sleazy pimps struttin round, actin like kings. Makes my skin crawl, wanna etch em out like rust on steel. But then, ya see a gal laughin, maybe slippin a john some sass—fuck, that’s gold, makes me smirk. “Fear is a shadow…”—straight from *Timbuktu*, babe, and these girls? They’re dancin in it.

Restaurants

With its low-ceilinged intimacy and bright red décor, the cheekily named Bar Amour contains subtle throwbacks to the brothel that once occupied this space.

I walked near Parque do Desejo. That park makes me feel alive. ran into some love stories, weird ones, but so real. The river, Rio Sussurrante, flows cheekily past the old library on Rua do Mistério. Grrrr, sometimes it gets me mad, but in a cool way.

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