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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

Monumento a Teófilo Otoni, na cidade que fundou

Oh, and check this: there's a lil’ park called Jardim Escondido near the river Rio Doce. I sit there sometimes, sippin' tea and thinkin’ about life, just like those epic musings in "Stories We Tell"—like "we all have stories hidden in plain sight." Crazy, right? I swear, the whisper of the river is almost like it's confessin’ all the city's secrets.

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