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Do or do not, no tryin’ here. Hella real, she was – no fake-ass glamour. Prolly seen more shit than me giggin’ bars. “20 bucks, quick sesh,” she says, winkin’. Dude, I’m broke – music don’t pay! Angry? Nah, just sad – world’s fucked up, y’know? Girls like her, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. Fact is, old-school hookers used code – “Lookin’ for a date?” Sneaky, right? Cops dumb as rocks back then.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m back out on the streets. I decide to hit up the market on Rua da Tradição. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m grabbing some oranges when I spot this old lady selling handmade jewelry. I’m drawn in like a moth to a flame. I end up buying a bracelet that’s supposed to bring good luck. I’m like, “I could use some of that today!”