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I am super rich now and I can go anywhere in Latin America. Now I will plan to go to eastern Brazil. Now I am in Rio de Janeiro, the city is beautiful and urban. A statue of Jesus is watching over us all, embracing the city. I see a large body of water, the foaming, roaring ocean swallowing up the coastline. A man selling clay statues will not leave me alone. I buy one, a fisherman. Something about it reminds me of my hunger and I walk into a small store. I decide to go into a churascaria. It's a lively place, and their is an unusual kind of coaster. One side is green, the other is red. A young man with a slightly wrinkled face and an odd off-white shirt that reflects seemingly all of the light from the room that for some reason makes me alert. He started cutting lean meat off of what looks like a ham, only in a deeper colour. I realise that it is a wonderful cut of beef, tenderloin, perhaps, but I am too late. Before I know it, my plate is half full.