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About Rio de Janeiro

Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—sexual-massage, huh? I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I’ve got thoughts. Cold disdain dripping off me like wine on a bad day. It’s all hands and oils, slippery nonsense—makes my skin crawl sometimes. But, fine, there’s this thing about it, right? Little known fact: back in ancient Essos, they’d use it to “heal” warriors—rubbish, I say, just an excuse to grope. Imagine some oiled-up fool kneading my back after a battle—hah! I’d slit his throat before he’d finish muttering “relax.”

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The neighborhoods here? They got soul. Bairro do Riso, full of street vendors and music blasting out of tiny bars, flips your mood like a coin in a gamble. And oh, the secret garden near Largo da Verdade—quiet, enchanting, and a perfect spot for a midnight rendezvous. I got a bit mad when I saw a big corporation try to turn it into a parking lot. What a reckless move, right? But then the locals, with their wild passion, brought it back, showin’ how determination and love can fix almost everything.

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