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About Curitiba

What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ ‘em—like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut it! “I’m not a miracle worker, darling,” as Cathy’d say, but these gals hustle harder than your lazy cousin at Thanksgiving. Happy part? They own it. Ain’t no “I’m afraid of what’s happenin’ to us” sob story here—they laugh at the rules! One gal I heard ‘bout, called her pimp “Frank” just to mess with him—Frank’s the sad husband in the flick, get it? Hilarious!

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Now, the neighborhood called Vila dos Sonhos? It's magical. Little houses, bright murals, and you can smell food from the local feiras. I mean, I've had my fair share of escapades there. Sometimes, I'd pop into a local spa-friendly noodle spot, spillin' coffee 'cause, lol, I'm not perfect, and thinking, "This is life, brah!" And guess what? Once, I even ran into an old friend who said, "This ain't your bubble, Princess – you're in charge now!" Kinda like Bing Bong from Inside Out, y'know, feelin' both lost and found.

Figure 1: Spatial distribution of light and moderate/severe food...