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So we chat—she’s got stories, wild ones. Says she once ditched a john mid-deal ‘cause he smelled like fish. Fish! I’m crackin’ up—“Girl, you’re a legend!” She grins, first time she softens up. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ her laugh. Human moment, folks—ain’t all dark out there. But then—headlights. We freeze. “Cops?” I whisper. She shrugs, “Maybe. Run.” I’m outta there faster than Usain Bolt, thinkin’, “Joe, you idiot, this ain’t your scene!”

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Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I’m in a kimono, and it’s pouring! I ducked into a café on Rua da Alegria. The smell of coffee was heavenly. I ordered a bica, and it was like a warm hug in a cup. But then, the barista spilled it all over the counter. I was like, “Dude, I need that caffeine!” He laughed it off, but I was ready to throw a sugar packet at him.

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