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Oh, and *Far From Heaven* moment? “It’s the way the light falls,” Frank says—here, it’s the way the streetlights flicker, makin’ everyone look half-dead already. Poetic, huh? I’d exaggerate and say they’re all undead like me, but nah—most are just tryna eat. Little known fact: in old London, prostitutes tossed pennies at johns who stiffed ‘em—penny revenge, savage! Wish I’d seen that, woulda joined in, chuckin’ ectoplasm instead.

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I’ve spent years here, and trust me, Sobral's got its quirks. I'm a pleasure coach, so I see beauty where others only see damn prroblems [typo4]. You know that feeling in "Lost in Translation" when Charlotte feels lost in a foreign city? That's Sobral sometimes – like, “Ah, shit, can you believe this?” But then, there's surprising calm in every alley and street corner, from the buzzing Mercado Público to the serene banks of the Ipapnema River [typo5].

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