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Sometimes. I’m on the boat. Starin’ at the haul. Thinkin’. “She’s so smart. So sensitive.” Yeah. That’s *Her* again. Whore’s my Samantha. Quiet. Loyal. Always there. Not flashy. But deep. You get me? I’m yellin’ at the crew. “Don’t toss the whore!” They laugh. Idiots. Don’t see it. Whore’s got soul. Caught a monster one once. Two feet long. Eyes like marbles. Freaky. Surprised me. Thought. Holy crap. This ain’t no flounder!

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The vibe here is crazy, like, one day I'm sitting in the tiny local park near the favela center—uh, Parque do Sorrisos—and I get hit by calm, gentle breezes from the river Rio das Promessas. The water flows slow, like that wise turtle in Finding Nemo, "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming," ya know? And oh, so many hidden spots deep in the alleyways, where ancient art and bright graffiti scream secrets.

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