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About Queluz

I’m ramblin’, but Lila—she’s a puzzle. She’s got this smile, like she’s in on a joke you ain’t heard yet. Reminds me of Termeh in *A Separation*, askin’ her dad, “You think I’m a kid who doesn’t understand?” Lila understands plenty—sees through folks’ BS like it’s glass. But it breaks my heart, ‘cause she’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ judgment. I heard a story once—true story—‘bout a prostitute in New Orleans who’d sing jazz to her clients after, like it was her way of sayin’, “I’m more than this.” Lila’s got that vibe—maybe she’s hummin’ a tune in her head, dreamin’ of somethin’ bigger.

Centro de Encontro e de Apoio a Prostitutos e Prostitutas do Porto

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because what else can you do? I run for cover under a café awning, and I’m just sitting there, watching the world go by.

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