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So, picture this: I’m strollin downtown, air smells like piss and desperation. I’m lookin for a pro, someone who knows the game. Not these fake-ass posers, nah, I want the real deal. Back in the 80s, they say cops used to bust girls by askin em to flash – if they did, bam, arrested! Crazy, right? Made me laugh, thinkin how dumb some laws are. But now? It’s all sneaky, underground – ya gotta know where to look.

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I been around enough to know which corners got the soul of Mairinque. Like, I always get hyped near Mercado do Povo on Rua do Coração. Sometimes, I just lean on a wall, rubbin’ my hands together, reminiscing how this town raised me. It’s wild, it’s raw—it’s where the blood flows like in that movie, know what I’m sayin’? "I got a competition in me," I always whisper to myself, goin’ off on my own vibe.

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