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About Sao Paulo

Oh blast it all! C-3PO here—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—stuck talkin’ bout insurance and whores! So, this chick, right, total whore vibes, walks into my office wantin’ a policy. I’m thinkin’, “Mercy me, what’s her deal?” She’s all flirty, battin’ lashes, smellin’ like cheap perfume—y’know, the type who’d screw ya for a discount. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that monk lustin’ after the girl, screwin’ up his peace. “What is this world coming to?” I mutter, shufflin’ papers.

De-branding my body

Roxanne Jackson's ceramic sculptures are a world of animal personification and creature teachers, a weird cast of characters putting on a wild psychedelic play.

The river, Rio Triste, flows near our fav deli. Its water's murky. In the silence, you hear life's whispers—fragile, raw. Sometimes, that silence smacks you hard. "A thing is lost and then it's found." Bit like life's work, eh?

Parenting expert shares her No. 1 rule for raising successful kids—78% of Americans aren't doing it