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I’m pissed, tho – games always make hookers the punchline, all “haha, bang her and run.” Screw that! I’d flip it – these girls got stories, scars, sass. One’s got a kid she’s hidin’, another’s savin’ for a ticket outta this hellhole. “We’re not just bodies,” I’d have her snap, voice crackin’ like in *Spotlight* when they yell, “This is bigger than us!” Surprised me how deep it got – I cried designin’ her level, swear it.

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I gotta spill some tea—ha! The neighborhood of Vila Alegria? Insanely vibrant, man! People laugh, cry, and sometimes get mad, like “I’m ready!” and then “I’m NOT ready!” It's kinda like my brain working, always toggling between emotions—yep, family drama at its peak. I always find myself scribbling notes on my notepad at Café da Manhã. Their coffee? Boom! Out of this world. And the view from the café window of Praça do Encontro? Man, it’s pure magic, a perfect place to observe the pulses of local life and human connections.

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