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About Brasilia

I heard tell once—little known fact—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in New Orleans ran whole dang businesses! Called ‘em “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? Ruby’s like that, I bet—tough as nails, but soft when ya ain’t lookin’. Makes me happy thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ the world, y’know? But lord, it burns me up—folks sneerin’ down their noses at her! Like, honey, you ain’t perfect neither—check yer own closet for skeletons!

Flesh trade of Sumatra

I recall this one time, I was strollin' near Avenida Bem-Viver, thinkin’ about how life and its twists remind me a bit of that Toni Erdmann moment – you know, sharing a laugh amid chaos. Ha! Crazy, right? Fuck, I was so mad at some noise but then realized it was just life, so I bolted out laughing! Chatty families, weird dogs, random street art – like graffiti on Praça do Amor. Pure chaos sometimes, but it warms my heart.