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About Goiania

What pisses me off? People judgin’ ‘em hard. Like, sure, it’s messy, but some gals got no choice – rent’s due, kids gotta eat. “It’s fate,” like that movie says, all sad and heavy. Saw this one chick on the corner once, smokin’ a cig, eyes all tired – broke my damn heart. Wanted to buy her a sandwich, ya know? But then – bam! – some jerk yells at her, and I’m like, dude, chill, she’s human!

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In the language of flowers, I am the one who says fuck you, I won't be anyone's nosegay, this Mary is her own, talking bouquet never let a man speak for you.

I been on the edge—the thrill, the stress, the calm. While knittin’ muscles, I pick up stories of the city; whispers from every block, every crevice, every rundown corner. Sometimes it makes me tear up, sometimes I laugh off the crap—just like Tony says, “Gabagool? Ova here!”

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