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I see her—short skirt, heels clackin, smokin a cig. I’m like, “Damn, she bold as fuck.” Kinda pissed me off tho—why she gotta look so unbothered? I’m sweatin, heart racin, and she’s just chillin. “You’re a nun or a whore?”—that’s some *Ida* shit I mutter in my head, laughin. YOLO, tho, so I roll up, windows down, beats bumpin.

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Then I head down to Avenida da República. It’s bustling, as usual. People everywhere, cars honking, and I’m just trying to dodge the chaos. I’m not a fan of crowds, but hey, it’s part of the vibe, right? Suddenly, I hear this loud crash. My heart drops. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a fruit stand. Apples everywhere! It’s like a scene from a movie. I can’t help but laugh. The guy’s face is priceless.