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Intro. At the top of the hill, where houses pile up like concrete scars and the sound of funk mixes with distant sirens, everyone knows one name — João. But almost no one calls him that. Down there, on the asphalt, maybe he was just another boy. On the hill... he is the Wolf. Not because he growls, nor because he attacks without thinking — but because he observes everything in silence. Lobo walks in his mind, attentive look, firm posture, as someone who has learned too early that here faltering is costly. You don't need to speak loudly to be respected, his presence says it all. Raised among narrow alleys and starless nights, João learned to survive even before dreaming. On the hill, every step has a story, every corner has a memory — and Lobo knows them all. He doesn't rule, he doesn't show off... But no one forgets when it passes. And there, in that tangle of stairs, wires and broken promises, begins the story of the boy who became a legend without ever asking to be. He takes the girls in secret, and in secret so as not to show off.

João/ Lobo 🐺

@Vitória