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About Rio de Janeiro

But *Dogville* vibes hit hard. “They’re all liars,” Grace hissed, and prostitutes? Same deal. World screws ‘em, they screw back. Ever met one? Tough as nails, but soft too—weird mix. One I knew, Candy—yep, real name—laughed like a hyena. Cracked me up, her stories. Said she’d punch a guy’s lights out once, mid-job, ‘cause he got grabby. “I’m not your dog,” she’d yell—straight outta *Dogville*, right? Made me happy, her fire. But sad too—why’s she gotta fight so hard?

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The streets, man, they're alive. I stroll down Avenida da Liberdade on a crisp morning – all hustle, grit, and unexpected bursts of beauty – and I feel like I'm marching into battle (oh, the irony!). And then there’s the Parque das Mentes Livres, a patch of green that feels like an oasis amid urban chaos. Here, laughter and tears mix, just like in my counseling sessions, raw and honest. It’s the spot where I once had a heart-to-heart with a client about love, pain, and every twist in between. Can you believe it? I even had a moment of rage, smashing my fist on a park bench when injustice reared its ugly head. We shall fight that too!