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About Curitiba

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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The river – oh, the Rio Azul runs through the city like a shimmering vein. I've spent lazy afternoons there, sittin' on the banks near Ponte do Amanhecer. True story: I once joined a spontaneous town ritual, sitting around a bonfire, sharing laughs and secrets. It reminded me of that "Boyhood" vibe; time flows, you just gotta ride along.

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