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Back in ‘02, “City of God” showed me—life’s raw, sex-dating’s the same. No fairy tales, just shaggin’ and braggin’. Lil’ Zé energy, some lads out there—cocky, desperate, slidin’ into DMs like, “Yo, wanna bang?” Disgustin’, mate! But then—surprise—some folks actually sweet, lookin’ for real shit. Met this bird once, sex-dating app, thought she’d ghost me—nah, stayed up all night chattin’. Felt like Buscapé, dodgin’ bullets, findin’ gold.

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Oh, and guess what? I once got so mad at the chaotic traffic near Av. Horizonte, but then, like, a spontaneous day trip to the abandoned lighthouse on Ponta da Saudade calmed me down. I mean, sometimes you just need a little absurdity—a break from the constant buzz—to rekindle your soul’s spark. And yes, it got me visibly teary thinking how moments in life, so fragile, are much like those grey, soft clouds in the certified copy of the sky.

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