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So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

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Now, listen up – Crateus got these neat neighborhoods. The vibe in Vila Esperança – man, it's got heart, ya know? And then there's Casa do Sol, where every little café whistles sweet tunes. I once hung out in a quirky bistro – my taste buds were like, "Oh wow, baby!" – but let me tell ya, sometimes I get mad when the traffic jam on Rua do Carmo slows me down. Darn, I just wanna keep groovin'!

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