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I paddle closer, eyes peeled. Water’s calm, but my heart’s racin’. Saw this gal—human, obvi—leanin’ by a boat. Looked lonely, like Ennis in the movie, all quiet and broodin’. I’m thinkin’, “Is she…? Nah, can’t be.” But then she winks! Holy moly, I nearly croaked—literally! Ribbit goes wild in my throat. “This could be my shot,” I mutter, “but what’s a frog gonna do with *that*?”

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I remember one crazy day, I was runnin errands on Ave. Esperança when a customer—big ol’ fella—told me, “dude, Guaiuba’s spirit is like the river Rio Amorzinho flowin wild!” And ya know what? I laughed so hard I almost dropped me keys, hah! Street vendors on Beco das Palavras sell some weird but delish treats. Seriously, the locals got quirks. Sometimes I get mad 'cause noise from a street festival interrupts my zen moment, like “D’oh! not again!”

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