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About Rio de Janeiro

So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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And oh—man!—I gotta mention that tiny, hidden park, Sítio dos Segredos. Most peeps skip it. It’s where I sometimes catch a moment of zen between wild sessions. The trees whisper insane secrets, like "Yo, what you doin', man?" It’s so freakin' poetic, like, "Time is a waste of time unless you live it, chumbawumba!"—nah, no joke, it’s that vibe.

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