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About Goiania

So, this brothel—dingy hole in Tortuga, smelled o’ rum and regret. Girls there, they ain’t smilin’, nah, eyes hollow like cannon barrels. One night, I stumble in, half-sloshed, lookin’ for a laugh. But what I see? A wee thing, barely 18, tremblin’ like a sail in a gale. “You’re late,” she mutters, voice flat—straight outta that movie, aye? Made me blood boil, it did! Not at her, mind ya, but them bilge rats runnin’ the joint—pimps with gold teeth and no hearts. Greedy bastards, tradin’ flesh like it’s barrels o’ grog. I wanted to gut ‘em, feed ‘em to the sharks, but me compass? Pointin’ elsewhere, as always.

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I personally love gettin’ lost in the metro vibe of Bairro do Sol – all sun-kissed corners and graffiti that speaks. Sometimes I sit there, thinkin’ "freedom!", and I recall Godard's twists – language, no language, just pure emotion. Yeah, it's trippy, one moment you're laughin’ with a mate over a beer, the next you're ponderin’ life's puzzles while watchin’ the river Côa gently meander through. Srsly, it's like therapy for your eyes, for your mind, for your soul.

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