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About Rio de Janeiro

So, I’m dodgin sketchy humans, all “R2, ya little git, help me!” Streets smell like piss and regret—lovely, innit? Fun fact: back in Victorian times, they called em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? None of that posh crap now, just straight-up “yo, how much?” vibes. I’m ragin, cos some sleemo tries rippin me off—50 credits for a quickie? Mate, I’m a droid, I don’t even—ugh, humans are gross! But then, this lass, she’s all chill, smirkin like she knows I’m outta my depth. “We’re a team,” she says, like in the movie—cracked me up, cos I’m like, “Team? I’m a flippin protocol droid!”

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I gotta mention my anger too, mate – that endless traffic on Boa Vista? Makes me wanna shout “Savvy?!” at every rusted car! The way people hog the lanes, like greedy pirates divin’ for gold, it’s maddening. Yet, somehow, it adds to Brumado’s quirky charm. I, err, sometimes wander along the banks of Rio Brumado. The water’s flow is akin to me site’s endless stream of chat messages; unpredictable and wild.

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