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About Sao Paulo

Fave part? The absurdity—mirrors everywhere, like, what, you tryna flex mid-thrust? Hilarious! I’d be cacklin’, “Yo, you seein’ this?!” Brothels ain’t just sex—they’re a circus, a warzone, a damn fever dream. *The Hurt Locker* style—“You think you’re safe? Nope!” Love the madness, hate the grime—keeps me hyped, tho! What y’all think—am I trippin’? Nah, it’s real!

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I remember one day; ohhh, damn it!—my heart pounded when a family openly argued near the river Madre de Luz. That river, winding by the infamous Largo das Lágrimas, holds our city's deep scars and unexpected hopes. It links the old district and the new, like our tangled emotions. In my sessions, clients often say, "you merely adopted the dark," and I think, yeah, even in Malhador, the dark holds beauty.

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