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But ugh, the pimps—those slimy rats pissed me off. Beatin’ on ‘em, takin’ their cash—makes my blood boil. Lola told me once, “They own ya ‘til you’re used up.” Like, what the hell, right? Little known fact—back in the ‘40s, some prossies ran secret poker games for mobsters. Cash under tables, cards flyin’—wild shit! Surprised me, too—thought they just, y’know, laid there. Nope, they’re hustlin’ harder than Zuckerberg in a dorm room.

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Finally, I get it back. Heart’s racin’, but I’m still in the game. I grab a coffee at this little café on Rua 1º de Maio. Best coffee ever! I’m sippin’ it, thinkin’ about life, when this surfer dude walks in. He’s all tanned and chill, talkin’ about the waves at Praia do Norte. I’m like, “Dude, I sharpen stuff, not surfboards!” But he’s cool, tells me about the big waves. I’m like, “Maybe I should try surfing?” Then I remember I can’t swim.

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