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Oh, and here’s a wild one—some prossie in Amsterdam, yeah, kept a diary, 1800s, scribbled how she’d sing to punters—proper lullabies! How’s that for a twist? Hella quirky, got me smilin’—imagine her, beltin’ tunes, johns all confused. “You’re mine now!”—straight outta “A Prophet”, that control vibe. Makes ya wonder, eh—what’s her orbit like?

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Now, lemme be honest: I sometimes get mad 'cause the city can be a hot mess. Traffic on Av. do Encontro? Terrible! I mean, seriously, sometimes it makes ya wanna shout, "This is madness!" But then I see colorful murals on Rua da Esperança, remindin’ me that even chaos has its beauty. And man, when I'm in that mood, I swear I recite lines from "The Master": "I feel like I'm losing my mind"—‘cause it's true when you witness so much raw reality.

Severe droughts push the Amazon to its limit: ‘We don’t know what will become of us’