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So, I’m skippin’ along—la-di-da—thinkin’, “Where’s the action?” Maybe near Jellyfish Fields? Nah, too quiet. Then BAM! I spot her—red lipstick, fins swayin’, smokin’ a kelp cig. “Hey, lady!” I yell, all chipper. She’s like, “What’s your deal, square?” I’m sweatin’—well, underwater, so I’m just wetter, ha! “Life’s a cesspool,” she mutters, straight outta *Leviathan*. Got me shook!

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First stop, Rua da Liberdade. I’m cruising down, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! A rat the size of a small dog darts across the street. I nearly spill my coffee! Like, c’mon, dude! This ain’t a rat race! I chase it down, but it’s too quick. I’m huffing and puffing, looking like a fool.

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