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About Rio de Janeiro

Surprised me, though—how normal it feels sometimes. Once knew a gal, swear she was a hooker by night, baked pies by day. Pies! I’d eat ‘em too, no judgin’. “Live and let live,” I say, like Grace hopin’ for better. But lordy, the danger! That’d scare me silly—cops, creeps, cold nights. I’d be prayin’ harder’n a preacher on Sunday.

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Good music, nice place, it's a bit expensive and there are lot of prostitutes into the crowd, not my best experience on BC.

You gotta peep the Artisan Corner on R. da Flecha – hidden gem, man. I’d sit there for hours, sippin’ mate, watchin’ the locals craft their dreams, sort of like Batman fixin’ his gear, ain’t no joke. I even got mad happy when I found this tiny cafe on R. Lúcia. It’s like a secret lair where you can spill your soul anger and joy alike.

World's largest decorated Easter egg - bigger than three giraffes - unveiled in Brazil