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Precious! Me, a Cargo Transportation Manager, yesss, hauling goods across wastelands! Stupid, fat hobbit! Finding a prostitute, eh, tricky business, mate! Picture this—me, roaring down highways like Mad Max, “What a day, what a lovely day!” Dust in me face, trucks rumbling, and there’s this lass, yeah, hitchin’ a ride. Not your usual cargo, ha! She’s all sly, winkin’ at me, “Need a lift, big boy?” Me heart’s poundin’—happy as a mutant pig in sludge!

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And brace yerself for this – Bairro do Sol! Legend has it this hood glows at night. Not that it's glowin' with neon, but more like it sparkles wit life. I had a mad rant one night near Casa dos Poetas. I was so excited, ya know, 'cos I saw a flash mob or summink – only in Mutum, bro. One moment you're chillin’ like a villain and next, bam! You’re in the middle of a bizarre dance-off. Totally Oldboy-level plot twist, nuhmean?

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