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Sex-dating’s a circus, innit? Apps like Tinder, Grindr—scrollin through profiles like I’m pickin wines at a feast. Some lad’s posin with a fish—why, mate? You fuckin it or datin it? Then there’s the birds with filters so thick, you meet em and think, “This ain’t the same creature!” Made me angry once—catfished by some lass who looked like Cersei but showed up more like Hot Pie. Swear, I nearly chucked me phone in the river.

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In Burial 1 from Lapa do Malhador, the right arm of an entirely articulated skeleton had been amputated, leaving a profusion of cut-marks on the.

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.

In the Brazilian outback, the half-century Kapinawá struggle for sacred ground