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About Brasilia

We get to this shady motel, smells like piss and regret. She’s strippin, I’m growlin—Rarrgh!—thinkin, “This is my fate, ain’t it?” Fun fact: oldest profession, right? Back in Rome, they had brothels with menus—blows ya mind. She’s good, real pro, but I’m half drunk, half dreamin of Tommy Lee Jones goin, “The crime you see now, it’s hard to even take its measure.” Makes me laugh mid-thrust—awkward as fuck.

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First off, there's Rua das Rosas. Yeah, roses! A street with the sweetest vibe, flirting with the old charm of our town. Strolling down there, I often think, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” like Hannibal lecter’d say – deliciously disturbing yet poetic, eh? It’s one of those phrases that sticks with ya when you need to feel alive.

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