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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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Picui ain't your average sleepy town. Nah, it's a mix of narrow alleys and wide-open spaces where every cobblestone tells a tale. I spend my days racing down Rua do Sol, past that ancient, crumbling cathedral—yeah, the very one that folks whisper about in hushed tones—and into the heart of the market district. The scent of roasting coffee and grilled cheese fills the air, and sometimes, you just wanna laugh at how mediocrity dresses itself in everyday glory.

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