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Gets me mad tho—people judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Pisses me off! She’s outsmartin’ em all, laughin’ to the bank. Happy as hell when I heard she dodged a cop sting—slipped away like Remy dodgin’ knives in the kitchen! Surprised me too, heard she’s got a kid somewhere—keeps it hush-hush. Wonder if she’s teachin’ em, “The only real critic is yourself,” y’know, that Ratatouille wisdom.

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Me? I stroll my quaint paths each dawn. Day breaks—soft mist, oh, so magical, lost I was until I discovered a tiny cafe on Rua Dourada with the best pastel de nata ever, mmm, yummyy! Luv, hate, just life it is. Hooray, streets and rivers whisper stories—like, seriously, unexpected moments echoing in my head: "Life is short, live it loud," sorta thing.

FIGURA 3: Fotomicrografia de luz da glândula parótida do quati: 3A:...