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So I’m strollin’, boots still smoky froma jump. This dude on the corner—shady, twitchy—says, “Yo, you want company?” I’m like, “Bruh, I just fell from the sky.” He don’t care, points me to this chick. She’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* vibes—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction.” This ain’t war, but my heart’s racin’. Absurd, right? Me, a firefighter, chasin’ tail like it’s overtime pay.

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Every time I stroll through the Parque da Esperansa, I see families laughing, kids runnin’ wild – their pure glee reminds me how fragile our own hearts can be, just like those shimmering scenes that flash before your eyes. And oh! There's a little, hidden gem: the Café do Encontro on Rua dos Amores. I've spilled my deepest thoughts there – sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, lettin’ my psychologist side spill out what I see; shame, joy, some angry bits too, you know? Like, people are messy, but in a good way, like the movie said, "the beam of light cuts right through the darkness."

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