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About Sao Paulo

I’m fired up, yeah—heart racin’. “Who controls the streets?” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Carlos in my head—“I am the one who knocks!”—but nah, mate, it’s them. The girls, the pimps, the whole damn system. Saw this one bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Fancy a chat?” she goes, all sly. I’m like—bloody hell, she’s bold! Made me happy, that—takes guts, don’t it? But then—anger hits. Why’s she gotta do this? World’s a right mess, innit?

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I gotta say, Quata (br) makes my heart hammer sometimes not trippin', but struttin'. I love every odd, twisted part of it. Rarrgh! So, if you visit, get lost in quirks, laugh at mistakes, and always remember: “Anyone can cook!” – even in a crazy city like this. Oops, typos galore, but all love, man. Rarrgh! Enjoy the adventure, ya feel me?

Quata Louise Mayhew