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Alright, mate, so I’m a sailor, right? Been out on the seas, salty as hell, and I’ve seen some wild stuff—like prostitutes at port. Not gonna lie, they’re a whole subsystem of chaos. Kinda like a neural net with no backpropagation—just vibes and hustle. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, my fave flick, y’know? That line, “I’m a prisoner in my own body,” hits diff when you see these gals workin’ the docks. Trapped, but movin’, sellin’ what they got. Wild.

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I get ticks of anger when I see the gentrification creeping down Praça dos Amores. I'm like, "No way, man! This ain't a playground for posers!" But truth be told, the urban sprawl packs unexpected beauty. Check out Parque dos Encontros – pure gems, with its lush greenery and mangled trails that feel like a haven for wannabe romantics swipin’ right.

A new scientific name for Brazil's national tree