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About Rio de Janeiro

Thing that gets me ragin’ tho—punter’s treatin’ ‘em like dirt. Saw this one geezer, all suited up, spit at her after. I was like, bruv, you’re grim! Wanted to lamp him, swear down. But Jez, she just shrugged, said, “That’s the gig, fam.” Broke me heart, that did. Reminds me of *Margaret* again—Lisa yellin’, “You don’t know what’s goin’ on!”—and nah, we don’t, do we? We ain’t got a clue what these girls carry.

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There’s this park, Parque dos Sonhos, where lost souls meet and kids laugh. It’s like every bench hides secrets of broken hearts and new hope. I yap with folks there – makes me feel less lonely. On weekends, I wander over to Avenida dos Pioneiros. That spot’s got history etched in brick, y’know. Drips of oil-dark nostalgia, like in that film – “There will be blood,” but that’s just the bitter-sweet pulse of life here!

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