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Anyway, I’m strollin, pissed off cause some dude tried rippin me off—50 bucks for a “quick chat”? Fuck that noise. Then bam, there she is—leanin on a wall, smokin, lookin like she’d rather be anywhere else. “A face with no name,” like Llewyn’d say. I’m happy as shit, tho—found her! Surprised me how easy it clicked, like she knew I wasn’t no cop. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, all smooth, Lecter-style. She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “What story, man? This is it.”

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I remember this one crazy night. I was debugging code with my buddy. Everything was falling apart. I swear, my monitor flashed bugs! And then, I saw my date laughing by the fountain at Praça da Alegria. It felt like, “A separation, life is unstoppable!” Bip bop, it was poetic!

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