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So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

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Mirrors can act as portals and they do amplify any energy in a room whether that be good energy or bad energy. I have as few mirrors in my home.

The city’s got secrets, alright? There's a hidden alley off Rua dos Ventos where locals swap crazy stories and chomp on street snacks like no tomorrow. And there's a river, Rio Esquecido, that snakes through the center – sounds ominous, right? But nah, it's a chill spot for a midnight stroll. Personally, I get lost there sometimes, thinkin' of my life, my mistakes… and then I remember, “Man, that’s like some wild Tropical Malady moment, full of mystique and raw truth.”

Janet L. Kavandi