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About Sao Paulo

But then you get the creeps, don’t ya? The punters—sweaty, baldin’ tossers who reckon they’re God’s gift. “I’m a real man,” they’d slur, like in the film—*“I’m a gangster, a free man!”*—but nah, mate, you’re just a sad sack with a fiver. Makes me angry, that does, the entitlement. I’d wanna scream, “Oi, you wanker, she’s not your bloody therapist!” Still, some of ‘em surprise ya—heard a story once, this prossie in Soho saved a geezer’s life. He was chokin’ on a kebab, she Heimliched him—hero stuff! Didn’t expect that, did I? Nearly pissed myself laughin’ thinkin’ bout it.

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She had met him in Florence and he had advised her to publish the letters from Miss de Hail to Benjamin Constant in America first. She had.

So, lemme tell ya... I'm livin' here as a family psych for years now. The vibe? Confusing yet beautiful. I stroll down Rua das Oliveiras – yeah, that street always buzzin’ with life. I get a kick outta watchin families chattin' at the quaint café on the corner. Sometimes, I feel like saying “Son-of-a-bitch!” when traffic’s a mess, but hey, that's everyday drama, ya know?

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