Two Countries, Both Alike in Dignity

Dear Thailand,
She´s with me now. She may not have her own place yet but the place she is in has a maid who makes her scrumptious breakfasts every morning before work. She may work 48 hours a week with only a 15 minute break, alongside only Portuguese speakers, covered in gourmet food and espresso, but she´s learning a ton about food. My people are richer. My people have a variety of different faces. My people live high-style. Our national futbol team is the best in the world. Nay, in the universe. I have more land mass. I´m hilly - even if she does have to walk up and down my hills huffing and puffing the whole way to work. My horizons are gorgeous. My currency is strong. My government works as hard as its people. I´ve got Pele, and Gizelle. My streets are clean, without dog shit. My lines are straight, my streets are paved, and my buildings are solid. The dogs here are domesticated, and well fed. I´ve got Carrefour too. And big shopping malls - and not only in my capital city. I know, neither of us have involved ourselves in wars, but socialism works better than a fluctuating constitutional monarchy. You may have the best beaches in the world, but I´ve got beaches too!! So she´s not staying with me as long as she did with you, I´ve the Amazon.
Yours, Brazil
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Dear Brazil,
Say all you want, she loves me more.
Yours, Thailand