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So, this chick, right, works the streets near me studio. Been watchin’ her, not creepy-like, just curious, yeh? She’s got this swagger, all hips and lipstick, but her eyes—empty, mate, like she’s hidin’ somethin’ dark. “What do you want?” she snaps one night, voice sharp like them knives in Haneke’s film. Got me jumpin’, heart poundin’—angry lil’ thing, she was! Made me mad, too, cos I ain’t judgin’, just wonderin’.

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Oh, and the oddities don’t end there. I often wander along Rio Lento, a lazy river (ha! Like its name) that meanders through the city, its banks peppered with street art and locals chatting up storms. I once spent a lazy noon there, meditating near the ancient stone bridge on Avenida dos Sonhos — yes, that bright name almost mocks the dreary mundanity of everyday life. I got so lost in my thoughts I nearly forgot the world existed, like a scene outta that film! Seriously, "Time slowly drags!", I thought, echoing those haunting words from the movie.

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