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About Goiania

So, I knew this one chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? Worked downtown, real pro, had this wild story. She told me once—swear to God—some dude paid her in rare coins. Coins! Like, who does that? I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ about it—her countin’ these crusty old nickels, like, “This ain’t rent, pal!” Made me happy, y’know? Little quirks like that—shows they’re human, not just some stereotype. But then I get mad—oh, I get mad!—‘cause people treat ‘em like dirt. Like, “Oh, you’re a hooker, you’re trash!” Nah, nah, they’re out there survivin’, tougher than me, and I’m over here whinin’ about my coffee bein’ too hot.

Wesley Kanoff’s tracks

Acompanhantes Naviraí, e Garotas de Programa para eles, elas e casais. Acesse e divirta-se!

So, darlin’, if ya come visit, I’ll take ya round. We can hop on a dusty bus on Kennedy Blvd., drink a fresh cup o’ somethin’ strong near Riverbend, and laugh ’bout all them wild little moments that make Navirai (br) uniquely ours. Ain’t no other place like it—raw, real, and always sayin’ Halleluyer!

In Brazil’s agricultural heartland, rivers run dry as monoculture advances