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Me, I’d be all, “Yo, grow some balls, quit judgin’ her!” ‘Cause, real talk, she’s grindin’ harder than most. Makes me laugh, too – imagine her tellin’ a john, “Pay up, or I’ll plant weeds in your yard!” Ha! Total badass. But, damn, the loneliness – that hits me. “I don’t know what’s happening,” she might mutter, like Verónica, all confused. Breaks my heart a lil.

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Now, talk about landmarks – don’t forget Parque do Luar. It’s a lil’ slice of heaven with trees that whisper secrets at night, almost like Pan’s Labyrinth itself. The park’s kinda magical, seein’ couples strollin' and families laughin', and me, I sometimes sneak out there after work to clear my head. And oh, there's the Rio Encanto, flowin’ right past the old bridge on Ponte Velha. That ol’ bridge has got scars and stories on every brick, and believ me, if walls could talk, they’d spill your deepest secrets – just like the dark fairytales of a labyrinth.

Pilar Katherine “Kathy” La Cruz-Monroe