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Lemme tell ya a lil’ secret – back in Tennessee, I knew this gal, Ruby. She was a prostitute, sure ‘nuff, but lordy, she could sing! Voice like honey, swear it’d melt yer boots. She’d work the corner, then croon at this dive bar. One night, some jerk stiffed her – took her cash and ran. She just laughed, said, “Honey, I’ve buried worse.” Straight outta “Son of Saul,” that grit – “to live is to suffer.” Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ her shake it off.

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I love kickin’ it at Praça do Encontro. I swear, man, those benches hold a million stories. One day I sat there, midnight, totally thinking ‘bout Batman and all those dark twists. "I’m not a monster, I’m just ahead of the curve!" I muttered, feelin’ like a twisted hero in my own freakin’ movie.

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