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Avast, mateys! ‘Ere’s me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, yer rum-soaked stockbroker fer today, savvy? Now, lemme spin ye a yarn ‘bout this “whore” – an’ nay, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no lass o’ the night, but W.H.O.R.E., that sneaky ticker on the market, aye! ‘Tis me own invention, see – World Holdings of Ruinous Enterprises, a stock I conjured whilst dodgin’ the East India Trading Company’s tax hounds. A beauty, she be, tradin’ under the radar, makin’ me purse jingle like the coins o’ Tortuga!

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The parks? Hell, yeah, there's Parque do Igarapé. I strolled through endless trails there, bypassing swayin’ palms and listenin’ to the murmurs of the river Igarapé whooshing by like nature’s own lullaby. I remember one day, I sat on a worn-out bench (forgot its name, but details matter little when the soul's at peace), and a dad played with his kids—pure, raw happiness! It hit me like a double shot of espresso, y'know? "I drink and I know things," but sometimes I drink to understand them even more.

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