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Once, I swear, saw her buyin’ coffee—normal as hell! Blew my mind. “Fear leads to anger, anger leads to sufferin’…”—sufferin’ she must be, tho. Cold nights, STD scares, no sick days. Brutal gig. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Maybe she’s a millionaire secretly, livin’ double life—nah, doubt it. She’s real, raw, human. Makes me happy, tho—her guts. Takes balls to strut like that. “Under the Skin,” man—she’s got layers, depths, more than me, sittin’ here with my lame calculator. What a badass.

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I gotta mention some hidden spots too. There’s a secret little café on Beco do Silêncio (yep, silence for reflection) where the coffee’s strong, and the banter even stronger. The owner? A real character who once told me, "We are all imperfect beings, dancing in the shadow of our own truth." I laughed, nearly choked on my coffee, but then realized… truth is a bitter brew, ain't it?

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