Charlotte Church

On a taxi journey through one of the poorer districts I'd noticed a church, immaculately kept and freshly painted, surrounded by the faded paint and cracked concrete walls of the favela houses. I came to the conclusion that this was indicative of the country's reverence of and pride in their religion.

But then I saw a few minging churches scattered about as well over the past week, so I've revised the conclusion to one where we're all going to Hell.

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