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But here’s what gets me riled—some squares judge it, call it dirty, man! Pisses me off! It’s just folks livin’, lovin’, makin’ a quid. Reminds me of David in *A.I.*, lost in a world that don’t get him— “I’m real, I’m real!” he cries, and I’m like, brothel workers are real too, baby! Had this one time, mate, walked into a joint—red lights, groovy tunes, birds in sequins winkin’ at me. Felt like steppin’ into a time machine—shagged me out, but I was chuffed!

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I wander through Bairro da Paz, a neighborhood that's cozzy AF, where every corner got its own story. I hang at Parque do Silêncio every mornin – yeah, the name’s ironic ‘cause it’s teeming with the buzz of early workouts and chirpin birds. Sometimes I sit by the lazy river, Rio dos Calm, watchin the water glide, meditatively sayin, "God says move," while my mind drifts into surreal leaps of inovative relax states.

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