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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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Next, I’m walking down Avenida da Liberdade, and I hear this music. It’s a street performer playing the guitar. He’s got this vibe, you know? I stop, and for a moment, everything else fades away. I’m just there, soaking it all in. But then, some kid runs by and knocks over his guitar case. I’m like, “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” The performer just laughs it off. I’m impressed.

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