THE GOWN
DJ Dolores
I am fascinated by the names of streets, neighborhoods, and favelas [slums] in Recife: [literally translated into English, they are like] Shooting Line, Planet of the Apes, Forced Entry, Wheel of Fire, Harmony Street, Friendship Street, Street of the Flowers - or simply – and I’m not making it up, it’s true! – Shit Street. I used to live on Daybreak Street, across the Capibaribe River from Sun Street. And following this megalomania of the people from Recife, that river is said to meet the Beberibe River to form the Atlantic Ocean.
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