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I swagger into this dingy tavern, eyein’ the goods. One lass, she’s got a wink like she’s Zuckerberg codin’ a scam—sharp, quick, dangerous. “I’m CEO, bitch,” she might’a said if she knew the line, haha! Made me chuckle, that did—happy as a clam, I was. But then—THEN—some bilge rat tries chargin’ me double! Double! Fer a quick tumble! Got me blood boilin’, says I, “Mate, ye think I’m a codfish to fleece?” Nearly drew me sword, but rum said nay.

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The girl I once knew had grown up to become a "hype," as in one of the drug-addicted young women who roam inner-city streets looking for the next high.

Rua das Folhas kicks off your journey right in the heart of the chaos. Every damn corner there tells its own sordid tale. Then there’s Avenida do Encanto – like it’s meant to be, but trust me, it ain't all hugs and rainbows. Walking there is like stumbling through a dream—mixed with a splash of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, where you’re weightless yet trapped in your own head, you know?

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