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I first heard it in some dive bar, sticky floor, cheap beer – perfect! Some dude said it’s got roots in old blues, like hookers sang it waitin’ for johns. True? Who knows, sounds dope tho! Got me pumped, dancin’ like a fool – Marge’d kill me! That synth riff? Hits hard, like “You’re in or you’re out!” from the flick.

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The parks? Hell, yeah, there's Parque do Igarapé. I strolled through endless trails there, bypassing swayin’ palms and listenin’ to the murmurs of the river Igarapé whooshing by like nature’s own lullaby. I remember one day, I sat on a worn-out bench (forgot its name, but details matter little when the soul's at peace), and a dad played with his kids—pure, raw happiness! It hit me like a double shot of espresso, y'know? "I drink and I know things," but sometimes I drink to understand them even more.

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