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So, picture this—I’m droppin’ from the sky, parachute flappin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I’m like, “Man, after this, I deserve a break!” That’s what she said! Haha, classic! Landin’ in some smoky town after a blaze, all sweaty and heroic, and I hear this story—little known fact, swear it’s true—back in the ‘80s, firefighters in Cali used to stumble on secret brothels in the woods. Whaaat? Loggers, miners, AND prostitutes hidin’ out there—crazy, right? Got me thinkin’, “Maybe I’ll find one too!” Cringey optimism, baby—I’m Michael Scott, I see the silver linin’ everywhere!

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Then, I stumbled upon this little art gallery. It was on Rua da Igreja. The paintings were stunning! I was in awe. But then, I overheard this guy saying, “Art is just paint on a canvas.” I almost lost it. Like, dude, it’s so much more! I wanted to school him on the beauty of expression, but I just nodded and smiled. Some battles aren’t worth fighting, ya know?

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