What can be said about Brazil that isn't encapsulated by fine beach, samba, and Jobim?
One of my incarnations will be as the tall and tan me in a white tropical linen jacket, light-weight trousers, a plastic card with no credit limit, a small cigar, and rhythmic verve to my walk. Am I Orfeo? Vadinho? Or simply a well-tailored Fernando Lamas?
Where's the casino, namorada?
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