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About Goiania

Walk slow, talk soft. That’s my trick. They smell fear. Like dogs. Or desperation. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’. *Why’m I even here?* Then I spot her. Leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt’s too short. Eyes like Therese’s—searchin’. “You don’t know me,” she’d say. Like in the movie. But I see her. I always do.

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Now, lemme hit ya with some hidden gems. There's a tiny café on Rua dos Brotos that serves killer coffee. The owner’s like a poet, spittin’ sayings like “You never truly know until you feel.” I love that vibe – it’s raw and real. Also, the graffiti in the back of a rundown building on Travessa das Almas? Dude, it’s a hidden art gallery, a burst of color in a grayed-out world, ya feel me?

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