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About Manaus

You got these girls, right? Standin’ on corners, fishnets up to their asses, smokin’ Pall Malls like it’s 1985. I roll up, window down, and it’s like, “What am I, a fuckin’ ATM?” Prices nowadays—Madonn’, inflation’s hittin’ the hookers too! Back in the day, you’d slip ‘em a twenty, maybe a meatball sub, and boom, done deal. Now they want fifty, sixty, talkin’ bout “gas prices.” Bitch, you ain’t drivin’ nowhere, you’re standin’ there! Made me mad as hell, but I laugh—fuck it, it’s Jersey, whaddya expect?

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But man, I’ll be honest—sometimes Pedra drives me nuts. Like when the rain hits Rua das Pedras and turns it into a mudslide. Rarrgh! I slip, I slide, and I think “fuck, this is like a scene outta Inherent Vice!” But then I laugh and say, “hey, that’s life, right?”

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