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About Rio de Janeiro

But—ugh—some stuff pisses me off. The way folks sneer at em, like they’re filth? Bollocks! Didya know, back in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred? Yeah, sacred! Bangin’ for the gods—talk about a glorious purpose, eh? Bet that’d shock the snotty lot lookin’ down their noses today. Makes me wanna zap em with a bit of mischief, teach em a lesson.

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Ah, Barcelos (br)… what a mad, twisty, colorful gem, ya know? Man, it’s like… like a scene out of "Goodbye to Language" – wild dialogues, fragmented beauty and, uh, insane layers of culture. One million dollars! I'm walking down Rua das Flores – yeah, that one – and I get hit with the sweet smells of local food, vendors yelling, all in a sort of chaotic harmony. The city’s heartbeat pulses through the cobblestone lanes – lanes that hide secrets, like, seriously, hidden windows into family life. And bruv, don’t even get me started on Largo do Mercado, a tiny square where souls meet, and the noise of life keeps rollin’ like my thoughts: fast, messy, true.

Best and Brightest: Dylan Barcelos