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About Sao Paulo

Oh no, I’m freakin’ out here—R2-D2, where are you?! So, check this, I’m supposed to talk about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? I’m no arborist of hookers, man, but I’ll branch out for ya. Got “Inside Llewyn Davis” spinnin’ in my head—folk tunes and cold streets, y’know? Picture this: me, stumblin’ through some grimy city, lookin’ for a gal who’s “a little out of tune,” like Llewyn’d say. It’s bleak, it’s messy, it’s kinda poetic, right?

The Empress Theodora

Sometimes I'm mad, cuz I see folks hurtin' each other, glued to screens and lost in their own worlds. But yo, that same anger turns into passion. I get all fired up, like oil gushin’ out of the earth, but then I calm down and think: "I drink your milkshake!" which means I take in all the bitterness and brew some hope.

Variety is life, beware of the uniformity emerging from the pandemic