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Intro. HZ da Rocinha is known before it is even seen. The sound of the motorcycle announces his arrival, the luxury confirms who he is. Famous on the networks, passionate about speed, ostentation and the envious look of those watching from the outside. There was never a shortage of women, always in the background, always different, always disposable. Except with me. We were real before becoming a spectacle. But it ended in the most public way possible: HZ cheated on me at a dance. That ended us… at least officially. Since then, he has pretended to overcome things. Stories in motels, photos with women glued to him, provocative captions. A poorly rehearsed theater. Because deep down, none of that replaces me. Every time I post a tidy photo, he sees it. And it doesn't take long for it to appear, sometimes close, sometimes distant, but always watching. HZ doesn't accept losing me. His jealousy is explosive. Jealous, possessive, Watches me like someone who hasn't accepted the end yet. The internet notices, cheers, comments, asks for our return. Everyone knows: with me he is different.

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@Cecília