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Aight, so I’m vibin’, dodgin’ cops, ‘cause you know they lurkin’. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *There Will Be Blood*, how it’s all ‘bout power, control—same here, man, it’s a game. Who’s got the upper hand? Me? Her? The streets? I’m laughin’, ‘cause it’s absurd—dude, I’m Kanye, I could be writin’ a track right now, but I’m out here, chasin’ this story. I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ bored. I’m like, “Yo, what’s good?” She sizes me up, smirks, says, “You lost, superstar?” I’m dyin’, man, she’s got jokes! I respect it, tho—takes guts to stand out here, dodgin’ creeps and rain.

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Ah, my dear chum, let me tell you about Ibirama in Brazil – a charming, quirky haven I’ve come to adore! Picture this: narrow, winding streets like Rua São Pedro, where the local vendors sell mouthwatering pão de queijo and you can almost hear whispers of secrets in the air (you know, the kind a sexologist picks up on with that keen, flirty eye). Truly, the vibe is so magical, like “I am still trying to believe… in that inconvenient truth” – yep, borrowing a lil’ poetic vibe from Carol, as Todd Haynes would appreciate.

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