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But serious, what pisses me off? The judgy jerks—oh, “she’s trash,” they say. Trash? She’s survivin’! “Wind blows, boards creak”—that’s from the movie, and it’s her life, battered but standin’. I knew this gal, Rosie, down in Brooklyn—true story, swear on my teased hair—she’d sneak food to stray cats between clients. Heart o’ gold, that one. Made me happy, like, “Aw, Rosie, you’re a saint!” Surprised me too—thought she’d be all tough, but nope, softie.

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I decide to head back to my van parked near the Parede train station. As I’m walking, I see this street performer on Rua da Praia. He’s juggling and singing, and honestly, he’s pretty good. I stop to watch for a bit. The guy’s got talent! I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me a nod. It’s nice to see someone enjoying life, ya know?

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