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Lemme hit you with this: back in the ‘80s, some chick in Amsterdam, Red Light District, she’d sing opera between clients! True shit—balls of steel! Imagine that, bangin’ a dude, then belting Puccini—wild! I’m screamin’ in my head, “What’s her truth?!” Like Kiarostami’s film, “What’s authentic here?” Blows my mind, fam! Prostitutes ain’t just hoes—they’re actors, therapists, fuckin’ philosophers if you squint!

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Ah, Barcelos (br)… what a mad, twisty, colorful gem, ya know? Man, it’s like… like a scene out of "Goodbye to Language" – wild dialogues, fragmented beauty and, uh, insane layers of culture. One million dollars! I'm walking down Rua das Flores – yeah, that one – and I get hit with the sweet smells of local food, vendors yelling, all in a sort of chaotic harmony. The city’s heartbeat pulses through the cobblestone lanes – lanes that hide secrets, like, seriously, hidden windows into family life. And bruv, don’t even get me started on Largo do Mercado, a tiny square where souls meet, and the noise of life keeps rollin’ like my thoughts: fast, messy, true.

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