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Got me pissed once—saw her fleece this dude, wallet and soul, gone. Smilin’ all sweet while his life bled out. Fuckin’ ballsy, tho, gotta give her that. Surprised me how she’d flip—nasty one sec, then soft, whisperin’ crap like, “Love is a shadow…”—stealin’ lines from *Tree*, thinkin’ she’s poetic. Bitch, please. I’d watch her work, tho, leanin’ back, sippin’ my chianti—fuck, she’s good at it. Too good.

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But then, I see this guy. He’s trying to park his car on the narrowest street ever. I’m talking Rua da Rainha. He’s going back and forth, and I’m just sitting there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “Dude, just give it up.” Finally, he gets out, throws his hands up, and walks away. Classic.

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