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So I’m hyped, right? Text this chick—nerves kickin in. “What’s your name, darlin?” I ask, quotin Jesse. She’s like, “Lola, $200, downtown.” Whoa. Meets me near this sketchy motel—neon buzzin, heart racin. She’s legit, tho—smells like cheap perfume, smirks like she knows shit. “Ain’t no saint here,” she says, laughin. I’m crackin up too—damn, she’s cool. Reminds me of Jesse’s crew, all rough edges.

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Oh, and neighborhoods like La Vila do Món are full o’ character. Spires, murals, voices – inner chaos meets inner peace. I’m so, like, wow sometimes, dunnit? Crazy vibes all around. I've been here for many moons, and every day’s a spontaneous sonnet, if thou catchest my drift, mate.

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