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Now, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a saint – hell no! She’s a mess, leaves drama like a skunk leaves stink. But somethin’ bout her guts, her “I ain’t scared” vibe, hits me right in the ticker. Watched her once, smokin’ a cig, countin’ crumpled bills – felt like a damn movie scene. “Everything’s falling apart,” Maria whispers in the flick, but this whore? She’d just laugh and light another smoke.

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Oh, how mine spirit leaps when strolling in Parque do Sol! Trees doth laugh at thy fears and thou art kissed by sunbeams. I often rest in a rustic bench off Ctra. da Esperança - a spot only a few souls ken. There, 'mid leaves and laughter, I reflect on life’s fickle nature. Thou mayst find solace with the rustling wind speaking in tongues.

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