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Surprised me, though—tough as nails. Took a spill from the truck, popped right up, no whining. Kinda respect that. Not enough to care, but still. Happy? Hell no—just meant more paperwork. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d rather wrestle a tiger than deal with her again. Thought to myself, *Ron, you’re too old for this crap*. Sarcasm’s my shield—told her, “Great, now I’m a pimp *and* a driver.” She laughed. I didn’t.

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In a ramshackle maze of dirty alleyways, women and girls work day and night in tiny cubicles, meeting the men who pour in from the nearby highway. Many of the prostitutes have always .

Then there’s the river Rio Mistério, slithering by the city. Its banks are the go-to place for deep convos. There's this tiny cafe on Rua do Encontro – coffee, good vibes, and enough weirdness to remind you life isn't all peachy. Seriously, the locals? They’re a mix of hilarious mess and soulful characters. You never know when someone is about to spout the perfect "let the right one in" line during a heated family debate.

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