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About Recife

So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

Policy and law

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I know you’re here soon. You gotta try the tripe at the Feira Livre on Saturday. The smell, the energy – damn, even Cersei Lannister would say, “I choose violence!” if the flavors didn’t hit like a lance. And there’s a side vibe near Largo dos Emancipados; it’s like the city’s underbelly reveals its true character there – raw, unpredictable, and kinda edgy.

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