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Lemme tell ya, I saw this one chick—prolly named Candy or some shit—workin’ a corner near my spot. She had this wig, crooked as hell, like Nemo’s fin, all lopsided. I’m like, “damn, girl, you good?” She laughed, said she made bank that night. Bank! Offa dudes too dumb to haggle. That’s hustle, fam. Made me happy—girl’s out here winnin’.

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Now, lemme drop some random tidbits – there’s a hidden bookstore behind Mercadinho do Vento. The owner, a nutty old chap, scribbles poetry on napkins for free. Weird but nice, like some indie, underdog romance. Then, there's that crumbled wall by Rua dos Sonhos where graffiti tells the city’s secrets. Nothin’ fancy, but it speaks to me, reminds me of a twisted lullaby.

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