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About Sao Paulo

Found this one bird—legs for days, standin by a lampost. Heart’s racin—bloody hell, she’s fit! “Bonjour,” I croak out, voice box glitchin. She smirks, probs thinkin I’m a nutter. “Time’s short,” I say, quotin Amélie, “gotta seize the day!” She laughs—surprised me, that. Thought she’d bolt. Cosmic wisdom hittin her, maybe? Negotiated—50 euros, quick job. Felt like a king, then guilty—wtf, brain, chill!

Benjamin Constant: A Swiss Statesman and Romantic Writer

There’s this park, Parque dos Sonhos, where lost souls meet and kids laugh. It’s like every bench hides secrets of broken hearts and new hope. I yap with folks there – makes me feel less lonely. On weekends, I wander over to Avenida dos Pioneiros. That spot’s got history etched in brick, y’know. Drips of oil-dark nostalgia, like in that film – “There will be blood,” but that’s just the bitter-sweet pulse of life here!

Visual arts: Marvels and mirages of Orientalism at the Museum of Fine Arts