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About Salvador

So, whore—ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s deeper, like a crocodile tearin through nostalgia in *Tabu*. Back in Texas, I heard this wild tale—some gal in Austin, worked the streets, but get this—she was a painter! Sold her stuff to rich dudes who didn’t even know! Blows my mind, man—whore with a brush, who’d thunk it? Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ that hustle.

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Stroll down Rua das Palmeiras. Its palm trees sway like slow beats at sunrise. I remember sittin’ on a park bench near Parque do Amor, watchin’ kids play – their laughter, like a smooth sample in a hot track. That’s my therapy, my vibe. There’s an old warehouse turned art hub on Rua do Sol. I once met a stray poet there – his words hit hard, like a line from "No Country for Old Men": "You think when you wake up in the morning, the names of things are still the same?" Damn, keep it real.

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