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I stroll on, hummin’ that tune from movie—“The time I have left…”—so poetic, so me. Then, bam! This gal—tall, smoky eyes, legs for days—standin’ by a lamppost. I’m like, “Vow, she’s got it!” Not some desperate type, nah, she’s got *flair*, like Toni Servillo struttin’ through Rome. I go, “Hey, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m happy—finally, some sass! Hate them quiet ones, bores me to death.

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The neighborhoods? Man, they’re done in all shades of madness. There's Bairro da Lua, where the locals gather in late-night meetups, spinnin’ tales like drunken bards. Then there’s Marina das Estrelas, a glittering waterfront that’s as pretty as sin on a moonless night. Stroll along Avenida da Maré, and you'll see old fishermen leanin’ on battered boats, starin’ at the river. That river—Rio dos Lamentos—it’s the bloody soul of Picui; murky, mysterious, and a bit mad.

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