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Oh, and the stench—fuck me, the stench! Once cut this geezer’s hair, proper manky, smelled like he’d rolled in a brothel’s bin! “You’re a disgrace, mate!” I muttered under me breath. Whore’s got no shame, struttin’ round like that! Leviathan’s got that vibe too—everyone’s dirty, no one’s clean! “Everything’s fucked, isn’t it?”—film nails it!

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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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