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Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

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Man, walkin’ past Praça da Liberdade, the city’s heart, always gets me like, "Time is fleeting, yo!" I swear, every park bench and shady nook echoes those Spike Lee lines. I strolled along the riverside too—Ribeirão dos Sonhos—where the water flows slow and eerie at night, kinda like when you gotta decide what the fuck to do with your soul.

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