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About Fortaleza

But real talk—makes me sad too. Some of ‘em, they’re trapped, dahling. “The heart is a lonely hunter,” like in the movie. Stuck in a cycle, no fancy slow-mo exit. Pisses me off—why’s the world gotta be so cruel? I’d dive in, save ‘em all, but nah, I’d probs just get sued. Ugh, reality sucks.

Oh heck, gotta mention, man, my fave snack is pastel from the corner stall on Rua Fumaca—don’t judge, man, tastes bangin’! And yo, there’s this little hideout under an old gazebo by the river, where I sometimes chill with my peeps. Vibes are extra dank there.

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