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About Curitiba

Anyways, I’m ramblin’—prostitues got stories, y’all. Sweet Mary? Died with that Bible fulla cash—cops found it, kept it hush-hush. Bet she’s laughin’ somewhere, “Told ya I’m clever!” Love that spunk, hate the grind. That’s my take—messy, real, and damn frustratin’. Whatcha think?

Fuga e denúncia

The parks? Hell, yeah, there's Parque do Igarapé. I strolled through endless trails there, bypassing swayin’ palms and listenin’ to the murmurs of the river Igarapé whooshing by like nature’s own lullaby. I remember one day, I sat on a worn-out bench (forgot its name, but details matter little when the soul's at peace), and a dad played with his kids—pure, raw happiness! It hit me like a double shot of espresso, y'know? "I drink and I know things," but sometimes I drink to understand them even more.

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