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I love kickin' it near Parque do Caracol. That colossal waterfall—bro, it's like nature droppin’ a bomb of beauty right in front of ya. I once sat there, scrollin' through my app, and thought, “You get a car!” – channelin’ Oprah, fuck yeah! And sometimes I laugh, thinkin’ about that line from The Secret in Their Eyes: "The truth is not always beauty, but the search for it is beautiful." Right there, nature shouts the truth blazin' down the water.

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