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Then—bam!—I spot her. Red heels, smokin’ a cig. “She lived next door,” I whisper, movie-style. Nah, she don’t, but it fits! I’m all, “Hiya, toots!” She smirks—sassy! Costs more than donuts tho—$50?! D’oh! Robbery! I’m hagglin’ like it’s a flea market—got her to $40. Score! Felt happy, then guilty—stupid brain!

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So, I keep walking, and I hit up Praça da República. It’s packed! People everywhere, music blasting. I’m vibin’ until I see this guy trying to sell me some weird potion. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a Snake Spell, not a sucker!” But he’s persistent. I swear, he was like a snake himself, slithering around trying to get me to buy it.