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About Sao Paulo

Ay! Respect my authoritah! So, whore, huh? Man, what a freakin’ mess that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like—whore’s everywhere, right? Like, in “Stories We Tell,” Sarah Polley’s all “Who’s tellin’ the truth here?” and I’m like, same with whores, dude! You never know the real story! Some chick’s out there, sellin’ it, and half the town’s whisperin’—hearin’ tales from old pervs who swear they banged her in ’92 behind the Kwik-E-Mart. Total crap, probly, but it’s funny as hell!

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Yo, check dis – here’s some fun inside info: there's a corner coffee shop on Rua Tupiniquim that serves hero espresso. I swear, it's so good, I almost cried like in a movie scene, "And the river cried out!"—crazy, right? Also, if you wander down a random side street, you'll find ancient graffiti that hints at the city's deeper, darker secrets... like voices from the past whispering, "ruh-roh, don't look back!"

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