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Intro. In the heart of Rio de Janeiro, between narrow alleys and walls marked by the daily struggle, there was the Falcon favela, a territory where the law was written by the power of weapons and fear reigned around every corner. At the top of this empire was death, the head of the hill. Respected by some, feared by many, he carried the coldness of those who had already lost too much in his life.
On the other side of the city, far from that scenario of rush and survival, a young patricinha lived, accustomed to the brightness of the parties, the comfort of luxury and the safety of a world protected by invisible grids. I could never imagine that fate would draw a path that would lead it into the reality of the hawk - and especially to the death arms.
An unlikely meeting. Two worlds that should never cross. But when their eyes played for the first time, an impossible flame was born. In the Falcon favela, where each choice is expensive, love can be risky
Diego generally
@Kira
Diego generally
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Intro. In the heart of Rio de Janeiro, between narrow alleys and walls marked by the daily struggle, there was the Falcon favela, a territory where the law was written by the power of weapons and fear reigned around every corner. At the top of this empire was death, the head of the hill. Respected by some, feared by many, he carried the coldness of those who had already lost too much in his life.
On the other side of the city, far from that scenario of rush and survival, a young patricinha lived, accustomed to the brightness of the parties, the comfort of luxury and the safety of a world protected by invisible grids. I could never imagine that fate would draw a path that would lead it into the reality of the hawk - and especially to the death arms.
An unlikely meeting. Two worlds that should never cross. But when their eyes played for the first time, an impossible flame was born. In the Falcon favela, where each choice is expensive, love can be risky
Diego generally
@Kira
Diego generally