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About Fortaleza

So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

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I gotta admit, it shocks me sometimes. The mix of party and peace, all tangled up in chaos. It's a bit maddening but also full of heart. Sure, I've burned dinner more than once, and yeah, my texts get full of typos like, "luvly" and "awsm," but that's life in Paraty, erratic, raw, exciting.

Video: Mud-theme carnival party takes places in Brazil's Paraty