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About Recife

Still, it’s a jungle, motherfucker! Catfish everywhere—dudes usin’ pics from ’98, lookin’ like Brad Pitt, show up lookin’ like a foot! Pisses me off! Or chicks ghostin’—poof, gone! “It’s not about you!”—Lisa’s angst in *Margaret* fits perfect here. You gotta laugh, tho—sex-dating’s a game, half the fun’s the fuckery! Once saw a profile: “Fuck me, then fuck off!” Brutal honesty—loved that shit!

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I run a massage joint on Avenida do Sol – yeah, my little slice of heaven and chaos in one go. People come in, spill their guts (and sometimes their drinks!) while I work my magic. And oh boy, the clients’ tales – each one crazier than the last, fueling my legend as the chillest masseur ever. There’s this park, Parque da Liberdade, where folks hang around like lost souls in a tropical dream. I once massaged a dude right by its edge, and the breeze was like, "Dude, you gotta live now!" It was like a scene straight out of Apichatpong's flick, wild and undefined.

Janet L. Kavandi