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It's ANOTHER weird universe!!!!
 

Listening to Bossa Nova

Because my friend from Singapore sent me a Joao Gilberto Youtube video, I've been listening to bossa novas.
Bossa Novas make me feel rich. Don't ask me why.
I feel like I'm sitting in a little roadside cafe with the summer sun on my skin, sipping from a small cup of coffee, with a bubbly glass of champagne gathering dew on the table where a cigar sits on top of a porcelain ashtray, and I'm waiting for someone to turn up, as I watching Mopeds sputter by on cobblestoned pavements.

Crazy, I know, but this is the place bossa novas bring me to.

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