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I hate how they smirk, like they know somethin’. Makes my blood boil. Once knew this one, Candy—dumb name, right? She’d wink, say, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Big guy? Screw off. But damn, she was quick—hustled harder than me at a bacon cook-off. Kinda respect that, but still—hate it. Movie’s got this line, “It’s like I’m not here.” Whores prolly feel that, vanishin’ into the mess. Sad, maybe, but who cares? Not me.

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Oh my gosh, the local river, Rio dos Sonhos, is another piece of heaven. Chill times on its banks ink my mind with sweet memories. I’d sit there starin’ at the glistenin’ water, thinkin’ "In the Mood for Love" vibes, where every ripple is a heartbeat of potential romance. It’s kinda poetic, ya know?

Figure 1. Pernambuco's sugar cane zone, 1960s-1980s.