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About Goiania

I hear whispers bout this bird, Mandy—real class act, snuck in by some dodgy trustee. Word is, she’s got legs like a Martini glass, smooth and dangerous. Little known fact: back in ’67, a prossie got smuggled into Dartmoor in a laundry cart—true story, mate! So I’m thinkin, maybe Mandy’s my golden goose. I’m buzzin, heart racin—shit, I’m Bond, I deserve this! “Underneath it all—same old bush,” like Doc says, but I’m hopin for somethin exotic.

North Asia

I’ve totally got a few spots that are personal. Sometimes I wander into the old market square, Praça da Memória—it’s dusty, smells of spice, and full of life’s random chaos. The vibes there remind me of some of my happiest moments. And yeah, I almost forgot—check out Café Maravilhoso on Rua do Bem; it’s where I grab a burnt coffee, haha, but it always makes me smile, thinking about the quirky lives interweaving.

South of Minas will have an Italian immigrant route