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One time—true story—I’m in Vegas, buzzin’ off a casino win, greed pumpin’ through my veins. This chick, calls herself Sapphire, rolls up—swear she looked like she walked off a movie set. Knew her game, quoted me triple the usual. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I eat overpriced deals for breakfast!” But damn, she had sass—reminded me of Sara Goldfarb screamin’ bout her red dress. Ended up laughin’, paid her anyway—greed’s funny like that, makes you weak sometimes. Surprised me how quick she turned it around, like a pro pitchin’ a merger.

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So, I get to the radio station, and it’s already buzzing. I mean, it’s Quinta-do-Anjo, so you know it’s gonna be wild. The streets are alive, people are out and about, and I’m just trying to keep my head on straight. I’m setting up my gear, and boom! The phone rings. It’s a local farmer, right? He’s freaking out about some cows that escaped on Rua da Escola. I’m like, “Dude, how do you lose cows in a city?” But hey, it’s Quinta-do-Anjo, anything can happen.

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