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*raspy dual voice* My precious! Me, a carpenter, yeah? Hammerin’ nails all day, sweatin’, gruntin’—then night hits, and I’m thinkin’, “Gotta find a prossie, don’t I?” Precious streets, they’re callin’ me, all dark and twisty like them villages in *Moolaadé*. “We protect, we resist!”—that’s what them women yelled in the flick, right? But me, I’m sneaky, slippin’ past the rules, huntin’ for a lass who don’t mind a few coins.

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I stroll by the Capibaribe River, in the morning fog so mystic it makes you think. My job as a pleasure coach means I see the soul of the city. Every corner, every laugh and tear, tells a secret story. I even found a cool chill spot near the Francisco Brennand Institute. Insane art, wild colors, man, it got me feeling like Tony from "Toni Erdmann"—just vibing with life's absurdity.

Figure 3. Distribution of drug trafficking and possession in the Recife...