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About Curitiba

I seen it, yeh, creepin’ round shadows – whores got stories, precious, wild ones! One time, heard ‘bout this gal, Maria, down Rio way – not her real name, nah, who cares? She was tradin’ tricks to feed her kid, gutsy as Lil’ Zé, that mad bastard. “I’m the king ‘round here,” he’d scream – but Maria, she ruled quiet-like, sneaky. Made me happy, yeh, seein’ her outsmart the pigs, but pissed me off too – world’s cruel, innit?

The Best Quotations

Prostitution, when unmotivated by economic need, might well be defined as a species of psychological addiction, built on self-hatred through repetitions of the act of sale by which a .

Hic! Things, unpredictable they feel sometimes. "Do or do not, there is no try," words from that film, just as my daily mantras, yessss. Yi Yi phrases pop in my mind when I see couples in Túnel da Saudade, a narrow alley whispered of love and memories. Real, raw passions in every brick, they are. Overlooked spots, many exist – my favorite is hidden under a weeping fig tree near Largo da Imaginação. Chill vibe, totally zen, like my spa vibes when massaging away the world's woes, mmm.

Feeding wild animals is a bad idea: The case of Belo Horizonte’s coatis