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Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

A thief at 12, dead at 16: the short life and crimes of Fred Barras

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I work near Rua das Flores. It’s a gem. I stroll past Avenida do Mercado – crazy energy, folks! Every corner has a story… like that one day at Praça do Sol, unbelievable, so much life, so true. The river, Rio Barras, flows like golden cash – beautiful, just like in "The Gleaners and I." I mean seriously, it's like Agnès Varda said, “There is beauty in every scrap,” and Barras has it all!

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