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Now, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, yeah? But it’s fascinatin’, like observin’ a pride of lions. There’s a code, unwritten, ancient. You don’t just stroll up like some daft tourist. Gotta read the room, or you’re done for. I heard this story once—bloke thought he could haggle like it’s a market stall. Ended up with a black eye and no wallet. True story! Makes me chuckle, but also, ouch, mate, respect the hustle. These ladies, they’re queens of their domain, got more guts than half the suits in the city.

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I seen the lampposts on Travessa do Suspiro, real artistic and kinda neglected, makes me think of lost things forging on in life. And trust me, guaiuba ain’t all pretty smiles—sometimes, when things get rough, I storm down to the pier by Rio Encantos, watchin the water spill over the old bridge, nearly cryin. “I will never forget how harsh it can be…” fits, huh?

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