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So, I’m on my ship, right? Storm’s brewin’, I’m tense as fuck. Mate says, “Cartman, hit the port, get a sexual-massage.” I’m like, “Sweet Jesus, yes!” Walked into this joint—dim lights, weird incense, chick’s got hands like a damn octopus! She’s kneadin’ my back, slidin’ lower, and I’m thinkin’, “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ untouchable!” Straight outta *Spring Breakers*, ya feel me? But then—THEN—she asks for extra cash! Bitch, what?! I’m ragin’, “Respect my authoritah! I ain’t no ATM!” Stormed out, pissed, but damn, my shoulders felt good.

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I always take a quiet moment at Parque Pai, a little park by the river São Francisco’s cousin, where nature meets urban chaos (yeah, I know, nature’s cruel sometimes – “the land has its will, and we just follow” type, as White Material hints). When I see kids playin’, I feel hopeful. Then, I hit this tiny alley by Bairro do Sol where street art covers faded walls. Man, that alley’s got attitude! And sometimes, I get mad at these walls – for all the neglect, stewing for years, yet still singin’ tales of revolution.

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