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About Goiania

Look, brothels, yeah? Dirty business, but real. I’m sittin here, thinkin—cold as ice—how it’s all about control. Like in *Zero Dark Thirty*, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place,” right? That’s me, sizin up the game. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re power hubs. Money flows, secrets spill, men crumble. Saw one in Moscow once, hidden behind a butcher shop—fuckin wild, right? Pig carcasses out front, whores in back. Smelled like death and perfume, made me gag.

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I personally love gettin’ lost in the metro vibe of Bairro do Sol – all sun-kissed corners and graffiti that speaks. Sometimes I sit there, thinkin’ "freedom!", and I recall Godard's twists – language, no language, just pure emotion. Yeah, it's trippy, one moment you're laughin’ with a mate over a beer, the next you're ponderin’ life's puzzles while watchin’ the river Côa gently meander through. Srsly, it's like therapy for your eyes, for your mind, for your soul.

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