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Picture this: I’m Morgan Freeman, right, voice low and smooth, watchin’ a gal like Satine—red lips, torn stockings, hustlin’ under them gaslights. She ain’t just sellin’ her body, nah, she’s sellin’ a dream. Back in the day, them Victorian prossies, they’d call ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? But it pissed me off, man, ‘cause folks judged ‘em hard. Still do. I’m over here, sandin’ down a violin neck, thinkin’, *who’s buyin’ makes it dirty, not who’s sellin’.*

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At night, I stroll past the old, creaky theater on Rua do Vidro. Its neon sign flickers like in those movies, remindin’ me of the soft, blurry edges of life. Some folks say the park, Parque do Vento, is a hidden gem – quiet places where the breeze whispers secrets. I sometimes sit on a bench there, thinkin’ “Where are you going, where have you been?” Much like the essence of that soulful movie I love.

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