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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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Got one more secret for you: the hidden gem at Largo do Encanto. It’s a tiny square where locals jam, kids laugh, and even this tired masseur finds hope. People say, “I feel like a Tenenbaum,” caught in life’s chaos but making art outta it. I get mad sometimes at traffic near Avenida do Morro, but then I think, “Hey, life’s a rollercoaster, baby!”

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