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But—ugh—then there’s the creeps, the judgy schmucks. These loudmouths at the bar, callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Made me so MAD, I wanted to whack ‘em with my purse! “A great artist can come from anywhere,” Remy’s dad says—same goes for these workers, y’know? They’re hustlin’, survivin’—that’s art, baby! Don’t judge what ya don’t get, jerks!

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m back out on the streets. I decide to hit up the market on Rua da Tradição. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m grabbing some oranges when I spot this old lady selling handmade jewelry. I’m drawn in like a moth to a flame. I end up buying a bracelet that’s supposed to bring good luck. I’m like, “I could use some of that today!”