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So, this broad, she hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m like, “You ever feel lost, doll?” She laughs, “Every damn day, mister.” Boom, straight outta the movie, “Can you keep a secret?” I ask. She nods, I’m thinkin’, “I’m married, but who gives a fuck?” That’s me, Tony fuckin’ Soprano, breakin’ rules, feelin’ alive. But then – fuckin’ surprise – she’s got a sob story. Kid at home, ex screwed her over. I’m pissed now, “Why’s life gotta be so shitty?” I yell. She shrugs, “It just is.”

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i get a kick out of neighborhood quirks too. sao vicente, for example, is a local fav. narrow lanes, graffiti that kinda tells a thousand stories even if it’s all scribbles. then there's vila nova—serene, yet with energy like a good orgasm, you know? i always joke that either you're in love with the city or its alleyways. personally, i love hanging out near parque da paz (yeah, peace in chaos!) where couples and lone wanderers alike chill, exchange glances, or just vibe under the sky. sometimes i sit there, scribbling thoughts, remembering that uncanny spike lee moment: "you ain't even living unless you're feeling the rush!" and damn, that city rush is raw here.

Figure 3: Refuse dumped in Asa river channel at Maraba, Ilorin.