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What pisses me off? Idiots who think it’s easy. Like, mate, you try hikin’ with blue balls! Surprised me how dumb some are—saw one slip, nearly died. “One more day,” he begged, like Monty in the flick. I just smirked—pathetic. Happiest I got? When this rich twat tipped me extra. Said he “found himself” up there. Yeah, right—found a hooker, more like.

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Man, my massage biz takes me to a bunch of neighborhoods. I often check out Praça Central near the old church, where folks chill and the vibe is super relaxed. And holy schnikes, the Parque da Primavera! It's a green pocket in the city where you can literally feel life, like in that freakin’ movie "Requiem for a Dream" when the dreams turn into nightmares—but like, in a good way, ya know? There’s that one bench by the river, the Doce Riachuelo, and I swear, sittin’ there inspires the weirdest deep thoughts… "The closer you get, the darker the night gets," echoing those movie lines in my head, yo.

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