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About Sao Paulo

So, I’m stumblin’ ‘round the wharf, pissed off—hate the city, hate the noise. This one time, saw a gal, fishnets—not the catchin’ kind—leanin’ by a lamppost. Thought, “Hell, she’s cheaper than bait.” Asked her, “You workin’?” She nods, smirks, says, “For you, grizzly, maybe.” Made me laugh—rare as a sober sailor. Hate everything, but that sass? Kinda liked it.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Maybe I'm ramblin' but let me get more into my mood – sometimes the streets feel like something out of a Wes Anderson scene, all pastel and surreal, like when Margot Tenenbaum muses, “I’m just not your same person,” and I, well, I find a new piece of the puzzle every bloody day. The intensity is unreal, and it makes me mad (in a good way!), excited, and, well, slightly choked up by the beauty of chaos.

Marlins excited for Alcantara's return ... and why not?