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About Curitiba

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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Then there's Bairro dos Bravos, a gnarly mix of old crumbling houses and vibrant, buzzing street markets where you can grab fried cheese snacks and sip a bitter coffee—so damn real. I been busted outta work enough times to catch a whiff on Rua da Esperança, where the sun bounces on broken glass and my muscles pop from everyday chaos.

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