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So, I’d prolly start somewhere sketchy—neon lights flickerin’, dudes in trench coats, the works. I’d be all nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’, “Tina, you’re an idiot, why’re you here?” But then—bam!—I spot her. She’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the damn street. I’m like, “Okay, she’s got that *New World* vibe—‘The earth is the mother of all people,’ right?” She’s earthy, real, no BS.

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Oh, and lemme tell ya, some quirky nooks! I spend crazy hours in the low-key district known as Beco dos Sonhos. Its graffiti, colorful as fireworks on midsummer nights, remindeth me "that which is hidden, abides." I get all misty-eyed thinkin’ how massages bring souls together, like in a Michael Haneke film, all deep and raw.

Fig. 2. Location of the Uruçuí-Una Ecological Station The average...