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I roll up, shades on, feelin like a champ. This chick struts over—legs for days, skirt shorter than a jobber’s career. “What’s your name?” I growl, all Hulkster bravado. She’s like, “Does it matter?” Ha! Cold as ice, brother! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—gimme somethin to work with, lady! I’m thinkin, “I lie to myself all the time,” like in *Memento*. Am I even here for this? Brain’s spinnin.

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Downtown Itanhandu is wired. Main Street’s called Avenida Horizonte. Busy, loud, full of life, and by teh roadside food stalls you get yummy treats. I once fired up my speech there. “We need to go deeper,” I yelled – half-serious, half-mad.