the brasilians don´t fuck around. not with feijoada. not with samba. and certainly not with caipirinhas.
no, they certainly do not.
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- been shooting in the dark too long
- it's all under control
- a monastery in the forest
- canoes
- no myth
- fire in the pantanal
- the california coastal records project
- did i ever mention my cowgirl days?
- time is a game only children play well
- i have never felt so out of touch
- little deer legs
- en route
- my anaconda don´t want none
- the food
- bom viagem, papai
- from what i can tell
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