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But don’t be a dumbass – use cash, no cards, no trace. I’m yellin’ at my boy Manny once, “You wanna get caught?!” He’s all sloppy, flashin’ plastic. Pisses me off. Exaggeratin’ for effect – I’d rather fuck a cactus than trust a pimp with my digits. Say hello to my little friend! – he don’t snitch. Oh, and watch for the fake ones – they’ll rob ya blind, laughin’ all the way. Happened to my pal Chico, poor bastard.

I Spent Seven Months Inside Brazil’s Most Notorious Red Light District

Down on Rua das Fluros, you got these funky little cafes. I stroll past, thinkin’ "Fool me once, fool me twice." I mean, really, who knows? There’s this park, Parque dos Sonhos, where I used to sit, spill my thoughts, and—darn it—watch folks, like in Werckmeister Harmonies, you know, where everything's mysterious and all.

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