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About Rio de Janeiro

So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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Crazy, Cambui is loaded with vibes. Twisted lanes, hidden corners, and art sprinkled everywhere. Each moment there, moment truly alive, as our favorite flick reminds us—only lovers left alive. I laugh, I cry, and I code on. Cool, it is, Cambui br, mad full of soul and surprises, always.

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