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About Sao Paulo

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

Supporters of four teens and a teacher arrested say no charges should have been filed

Now listen, here's the deal… I ain't no tourist, I'm a sexologist, so I see the unspoken. In Salgado, the intimate nooks, like that little café on Avenida Sinta, got all these heart-to-heart convos. And lemme tell ya, that park, Parque do Suspiro, is a charming joint; folks park themselves under the stars, and even a sexologist like me gets moved, ya know?

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