More than anything, Rio has taught me about myself. It's invited me to dance freer, kiss deeper, smile wider, wear Brazilian speedos on the beach with zero fucks.....to be alive, present. I know some of the dangers, but I trust this city. This culture. In that trust, I've been so vulnerable here, so awkward, and have received nothing but double beijos (kisses), laughter and daps. At times, it's as if I was 8 years old again, I've felt that kind of freedom, ease, and adventure. I wouldn't call Rio home, it's not, but it's the next closest thing. Whatever that is.
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