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So, check this—back in the day, like, old Vegas stories, they say prostitutes used to hang by the gas stations, waitin’ for truckers, flashin’ smiles like they’re auditionin’ for somethin’. Little known fact: some’d carry switchblades in their boots—badass, right? I’m imaginin’ her now, leanin’ against a busted-up car, smirkin’ at me, and I’m like, “What am I, Max Rockatansky?”—all sweaty and neurotic, yellin’ in my head, “I just wanna talk, lady!” She’s prob’ly thinkin’, “This guy’s a schmuck,” and I’m over here, heart racin’, palms sweaty—pathetic!

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Finally, I’m heading home, drenched and exhausted. I pass by the Igreja Matriz, and it’s all lit up. It’s beautiful, man. I stop for a sec, just taking it in. Sande’s got this charm, ya know? Even on a crazy day like today, it feels like home.

Teresa Sande of Mirror Mirror Strategies: How To Thrive Despite Experiencing Impostor Syndrome