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So, last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown, feelin’ like a stud—how you doin’? —and I see this chick, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “Joey, don’t be a schmuck, say somethin’ smooth.” But nah, I just stare, cause I’m an idiot. She winks, I’m hooked—bam! Turns out, she’s been workin’ that corner since the 90s, a freakin’ legend. Little known fact: some of these girls got nicknames—like, she’s “Cinnamon” cause she once threw a spice jar at a rude john. Hilarious, right?

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Man, you gotta check out the old bridge on R. das Águas. Its arches make me think of pasta loops – metaphor, y'know? And oh, the park… Parque do Vento is my secret chill spot. I sit there, starin' at the river, listenin' to the hum of the city. Crazy how nature and concrete kiss here. Rarrgh!

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