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About Rio de Janeiro

I heard tell once—some gal in Nashville, swear it’s true—worked the streets to buy her kid a guitar. Kid’s playin’ gigs now! Ain’t that wild? Kinda warms my ol’ heart, makes me wanna hug ‘em all. “The city’s ours,” Lil’ Zé’d say—well, these gals own the night, darlin’!

Babes Brazil.

I went to Daughters with two others. We had pedicures and manicures with patterns painted on toes. The girls were professional and friendly.

I gotta mention some hidden spots too. There’s a secret little café on Beco do Silêncio (yep, silence for reflection) where the coffee’s strong, and the banter even stronger. The owner? A real character who once told me, "We are all imperfect beings, dancing in the shadow of our own truth." I laughed, nearly choked on my coffee, but then realized… truth is a bitter brew, ain't it?

Brothers lost in Amazon Rainforest for 4 weeks survived only on rainwater