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Then, there’s Zona Verde—yeah, I’m renamin’ it on a whim. The locals say it’s named after the thick, wild trees that line the old dirt roads. I’ve got memories there—my parlor’s been a pit stop for many a traveler; they come injured, tired, and thirsty for a break from the daily grind. I’d sometimes catch a glimpse of a sunset over Parque da Esperança, the trees look like they're swaying to a silent lullaby, and imma tell ya—it’s breathtaking, like some scene out of that Spielberg flick.

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