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About Rio de Janeiro

Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

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Unlock Your Fool tonight, And say bye bye my darling whore. Unlock Your Fool tonight, turn your key and say no more. Unlock Your Fool tonight, And say bye bye.

Srsly, Poa’s streets just buzz with hidden stories – like how every breadcrumb of a mural tells a tale, or how the city lights get all sparkly during a chilly evening. Even when I'm trippin’ over my own two feet, the city whispers, “You’ll get it, kid!” Really, man, "And the years, they flow slowly," just like in Boyhood – each day a little miracle, every corner a memory.

Rotary, POA thank local police