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About Sao Paulo

My fave movie fits this—whore’s life is tense, unpredictable, like defusing IEDs. One wrong move, BOOM, "There’s no escape, soldier!" I’m obsessed with that raw energy—chaotic absurdity! Picture this: whore laughin’ at a john, skirt hiked up, yellin’, "You ain’t shit!"—pure anarchy, I love it. Prolly why I vibe with *Hurt Locker*—it’s all adrenaline, no rules, just like her grind.

Sergipe Red Light District

Stroll down Rua das Palmeiras. Its palm trees sway like slow beats at sunrise. I remember sittin’ on a park bench near Parque do Amor, watchin’ kids play – their laughter, like a smooth sample in a hot track. That’s my therapy, my vibe. There’s an old warehouse turned art hub on Rua do Sol. I once met a stray poet there – his words hit hard, like a line from "No Country for Old Men": "You think when you wake up in the morning, the names of things are still the same?" Damn, keep it real.

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