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The girls, oh, they’re like desert blooms, rare and tough, sproutin’ up where ya least expect. One lass, Ruby, she’s got eyes like a hawk—misses nothin’. Told me once, quiet-like, how she ended up here after her ol’ man bet her in a card game. A card game! Lost her like she was a bleedin’ goat. Made me mad, that did—bloke deserved a tire iron to the skull. But Ruby? She just shrugged, said, “I live my life a quarter mile at a time.” Straight outta the movie, that one—gave me a chuckle, eased the rage a bit.

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So, trust me, when you visit, check out the winding cobblestone streets near Praça dos Ventos. It’s unexpected and quirky, just like me on a hectic day. You’ll laugh, you might cry, and you’ll always remember that in Santa-Cruz every moment is a delightful certified copy—real and raw!

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