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About Brasilia

I’m ramblin’, but brothels, they’re human, messy. Love, lust, survival—it’s all there. Makes me feel all mushy inside, like I wanna hug somebody. But also, sarcastic me’s like, “Great, another dude thinkin’ he’s Casanova.” HAH! Anyway, that’s my take—brothels got soul, just like *Syndromes*. Whaddya think, pal?

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Then there's the river, Rio Brilho. Wow, its reflection sparkles like a thousand tiny secrets. I sometimes sit on the worn stone steps of Ponte do Amanhecer (yep, that’s Portuguese for "Dawn Bridge"), and I think, “This is where hope meets art.” I once had a counseling session there with a lady who said the river was her lifeline – like the serene beat of a timeless melody. Ugh, my heart still feels every ripple, like messages from the film: "Only in memories do we find comfort."

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