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About Salvador

So, I’d prolly hit up downtown, where the neon buzzes like a broke fridge. D’oh! Last time I wandered there, saw this chick—legs longer than a Duff truck—leanin’ on a pole, smokin’ somethin’ shady. Made me mad, tho—why’s she gotta look so bored? Like, c’mon, lady, I’m riskin’ Marge’s wrath here! But then I got happy—heard she charges less if ya bring snacks. Mmm… donuts. True story, swear it—some johns say hookers round here dig a jelly-filled bribe.

Irreversible

I gotta drop a personal deet: I sometimes get so mad at the world, but here in Gaspar, every street corner tells you, "Hey, live your truth, babe!" I recall one time, sitting near the old mural on Rua da Esperansa – yea, you read that right, Esperansa, hope in Portuguese – when an elderly lady started telling me life stories. Super raw, bittersweet stuff. It was like a scene straight outta The Lives of Others – so hypnotic, so real. And I was there, nodding like “Slay all day, queen!”

Edu Gaspar resigns as sporting director of Arsenal