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About Rio de Janeiro

I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

The 3 Red Light Districts in Jakarta

Street art's everywhere, even on crumbling walls near Largo dos Mistérios. Gotta mention: my hands sometimes get itchy from all those vibes. And seriously, some corners make me mad ‘bout trash piling up. Ugh! But hey, it adds to our city's dramatic flair.

Fig. 1. Map of Study area. Objectives  To analyze the change land...