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Me, I’m torn, y’know? Happy they’re survivin’, mad they gotta, surprised how deep it runs. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ espresso, thinkin’, “These girls, they’re fighters, but fuck, what a war.” Like Toni’s Ines, they’re stuck in a game, playin’ parts they hate. “Work is not a picnic!”—damn right, ‘specially when you’re suckin’ dick for rent. I’d whack every pimp if I could, leave the girls alone, let ‘em breathe. But nah, Jersey’s Jersey—grimy, loud, and fulla stories. Gabagool? Ova here, that’s the life, capisce?

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Next, I wandered down Avenida da Liberdade. It’s such a lively street! Street performers everywhere, people laughing, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, I saw this guy trying to juggle flaming torches. I thought, “This is gonna end badly.” And guess what? He dropped one! Fire everywhere! People were screaming, and I was just standing there, mouth agape. I mean, who juggles fire in a crowded street?

Gabriel Braga survives choke attempt, scores his own for first-round submission victory