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About Sao Paulo

So, we’re creepin’ round, sneaky-like—prossie spots ain’t on Yelp, hah! Down by Old Man’s Lane, saw her—skinny, shakin’, eyes like coal embers. “What difference does it make?”—movie line fits perfect, ‘cos who cares why she’s there? Gave her a fiver, she’s chattin’ me up—reckon she’s dodgy, but nice. We swears! Felt like a king, then guilty—like, shit, she’s somebody’s lass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but them eyes haunt me still.

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Jesus, I was walkin' by River Glimm, an odd name for a river, right? But that river winds ’round Codajas like a lazy snake. I used to chill on its banks after a long day at work. Sometimes I’d think about the customers I’d massaged who spilled their deep worries like confetti. "Fool me once… fool me twice… no, wait... fool me never!" I’d laugh, 'cause people here sure know how to lose their tension in more ways than one.

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