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But here’s what bugs me—why’s it gotta be so secretive? Like, I’m whisperin’ ‘bout it now! Society’s all judgy, like I’m confessin’ to arson. I’m like, “I don’t know who I am!”—straight outta *Memento*, ‘cause I’m questionin’ my whole life after one session. Felt good, though—muscles loose, mind blown, like I fought a fire and won. But the typos in my brain? I’m thinkin’ “massage” but writin’ “messgae”—ugh, my fingers betray me! And the oil? Slippery as hell! Nearly slid off the table, like, “Who’s got the facts here?”—another *Memento* vibe, chasin’ truth in a haze.

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These streets got scars, memories, and secrets. I know some odd facts too: dis old mural on Rua das Flores tells history in a whiff of rebel art. Every piece of pavement be a story, every crack a memoir, ya feel me? It’s messy, it’s real, and it sometimes makes me fumin’, but mostly, it keeps me tickin’.

Figure 6-Herbaceous vegetation cover in the watershed B1 after thinning