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S’pose it’s a laugh tho—blokes staggerin’ out, lookin’ sheepish. “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow if I guarded the door. Makes me think—brothel’s a bit sad, bit mad, bit brill. “The present is a strange illusion,” Boonmee says. Ain’t that the truth there? Time bends, morals twist, and I’m just watchin’, gobsmacked. What d’ya reckon, mate? Ever been? Spill it!

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The baby manticore's presence seemed to me to be a moral quandary presented to the party, that after killing the mother and the priest the party would have to.

I gotta mention some hidden spots too. There’s a secret little café on Beco do Silêncio (yep, silence for reflection) where the coffee’s strong, and the banter even stronger. The owner? A real character who once told me, "We are all imperfect beings, dancing in the shadow of our own truth." I laughed, nearly choked on my coffee, but then realized… truth is a bitter brew, ain't it?

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