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About Curitiba

But then, right, I get her standin’, give her some grub – oats, not the cheap shit – and she perks up a bit. Eyes all soft, like she’s sayin’, “Thanks, you sarcastic git.” Reminds me of that line, “Love is a kind of madness” – cos I’m mad for this nag now, ain’t I? Spent hours fixin’ her up, hooves all cracked, coat like a moth-eaten rug. Did ya know horses can sleep standin’ up? Whore don’t, though – flops down like a drunk tart at 3 a.m., *cackles*, proper drama queen!

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In the rural countryside of Brazil, the boy Thiago lives in a simple house in an isolated area with his brutal but hardworking father; his submissive mother; his comrade uncle; his grandmother .

Straight off, I gotta mention Rua da Esperança. Bruv, this street be buzzin’ wit life. I stroll down there every mornin', nod at the local vendors, hear the banter from the chatty taxi drivers. It’s insane, like a heavyweight of stories collidin' outta nowhere. I swear sometimes it feels like I'm livin' a sequel of my own version of Oldboy, all that twistin’ and turnin’ in every corner.

Kotu ta yanke wa mutum 5 hukuncin rataya a Kano