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She hops in – smells like cheap perfume. And somethin’ else – mystery, man. “Let’s groove,” she says – I grin. We drive – city blurs. I’m thinkin’ – this is WILD. Like that *Inherent Vice* scene – “Sausalito night. Fog rollin’ in.” Only it’s me – and her. No fog – just streetlights.

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Down by the river, the Rio Penedo flows fast and sharp, like some coded message only the city understands. I sometimes sit on its banks near Ponte Velha and just watch the water, thinking about how the city's pulse is in every ripple, every drop – relentless motion, not unlike our own endeavors in the digital dating jungle.

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