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Now, tie this shit to *Lost in Translation*—hell yeah, my fave flick! Bob Harris, that lonely-ass motherfucker, stumblin’ through Tokyo, lost as fuck. “The more you know who you are…”—that’s him, mumblin’ deep shit. Brothles got that vibe, man—people searchin’, tryna feel somethin’. Ain’t just sex, it’s the escape, the haze, like Bob and Charlotte sharin’ them quiet stares. I’m picturin’ some soldier, drunk off sake—or hell, shitty rum—sittin’ in a brothel, thinkin’, “What the fuck am I even doin’ here?” That’s the soul of it, motherfucker!

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Then there's Bairro Encantado. Sounds fancy, right? Hah! It’s a quirky neighborhood where your ol’ pal, the psychologist, finds endless fodder for crazy stories. Every corner's got history—like the old library on Avenida das Estrelas. I almost cried there, thinking, “I want to live forever!” (okay, maybe not cry, but you get me).

China’s Interest in Farmland Makes Brazil Uneasy (Published 2011)