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She a character, y’all. A hot mess, but I can’t look away. Like *Son of Saul*, it’s dark, it’s gritty—she carryin’ her own kinda burden. “The living are forgotten.” Ain’t that her? Livin’, but forgot by everybody who matter. Still, she keep on struttin’. Halleluyer! I’m over here prayin’ for her soul, but laughin’ at her hustle. Whore or not, she somethin’ else!

Um mergulho na história da cidade de Codajás

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Naw, let me tell ya more. Codajas ain't just streets and parks—it's the souls of its folks. There's a narrow lane, Chipper Alley, where old-timers gather natterin' about the "good ol’ days". A couple of them in high chairs even recite snippets of old films—like bits from Edward Yang’s flick! Man, you wouldn’t believe how many times I've heard, "Life’s a transient symphony!" tossed around here.

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