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About Brasilia

So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

Where can I try the most delicious dishes in São Paulo?

Man, every corner gives a moment. On a balmy afternoon, I’d be rubbin’ away stress and imaginin’ scenes from that epic movie, when a client would whisper, "The earth's hum is our lullaby." Crazy, right? I even got a tattoo that says "Time flows like water" after a wild night out here.