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So, check it—I’m out there, right? City’s dark, gritty, smells like sweat and regret. Kinda like me after a 3-hour gym sesh, ya feel? I’m scopin’ the corners, tryna find a prostitute, and it ain’t no Hollywood glow-up scene. Nah, it’s raw—girls leanin’ on poles, eyes tired like that ol’ horse in the movie. “Day after day, they toil.” That’s them, man, grindin’ to survive. Makes me mad, yo—world’s messed up, chewin’ folks up like that.

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There is no red light district as such they're intertwined into society in Cabana and I discover this by chance by just doing regular everyday activities.

Then there's the park—Parque dos Sonhos. Ahhhh, pure magic if you ask me. Nestled next to the Rio Bendito (a river winding like a serpent through the city), it's where kids chase dreams and elders spit out memories. I’ve seen fams laugh and cry there, intertwining lives like messy hair on a windy day. It gets me all emotional sometimes—mad, happy, surprised—like every visit is a novel unfolding.

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