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I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

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Man, lemme tell ya 'bout Pompeu (br)! This city is somethin' else, ya know? I’m here chillin' out on Rua das Flores, just takin' in the vibe. The streets are small, kinda twisty, and full of craaaazy life—git-r-done! I walk this pavement every mornin' on Avenida Central and marvel at the sunrise, like life itself is brewin' magic.

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