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So, picture this, right? Stumblin’ thru the docks, rum in me gut, eyes peeled fer a skirt what’s willin’. Ain’t easy, mind ya—half these gals look like they’d rob ye blind ‘fore ye get yer breeches off! Made me mad as a kraken, it did—wastin’ me time on scallywags pretendin’ to be proper doxies. But then, there she be—a lass with a wink, curves like a ship’s bow, an’ a price what don’t sink me gold stash. Happy as a clam, I was! “I am a free man!” I hollers in me head, like Solomon Northup breakin’ chains.

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It was an imposing building, of impressive dimensions, of arrest- ing sight. To be in its presence was to be in the presence of formida-.

Hey, comrade, listen up! I tell ya 'bout Feijo (br)! This city, oh man, it's somethin' else. I be livin' here for years, and lemme tell ya – it's a strange mix of beauty and grit, kinda like "The Tree of Life" kinda poetic, ya know? "The tree that moves us is in each of us", and man, Feijo moves me every day. Lightbulb!

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