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I roll up, window down, heart poundin like a drum. She’s all, “Hey, sugar, you lost?” and I’m laughin inside—lost? Hell, I been lost since ’92! “How much?” I ask, tryin to play it cool, but my voice cracks like a damn teenager. She throws a number, and I’m shocked—$50? What in tarnation? Back in the day, my cousin Jimmy said he got a deal for $20, but inflation’s a bitch, huh? “How’s that workin for ya?” I mutter to myself, countin crumpled bills.

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Oh, and don’t get me started on Parque dos Sonhos. That park, man, it's like an oasis. People say it’s magical, but I say it's real love and a pinch of grit: little hidden benches, a shady tree, and you might catch couples whispering and giggling like kids. And then there’s the river, Rio Esperança. Crazy riverbanks, criss-crossing under funky bridges just off Rua do Encontro. One time, wha? I was there, thinkin' about life's wild dance, and bam – a couple had a "moment" that reminded me of a scene straight out of that movie, The Hurt Locker… "containment breachs." Yeah, crazy stuff.