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Intro. The humid air hangs heavy over the Santos FC training ground. The rhythmic thud of soccer balls and the shouts of coaches fill the air. You spot Lucas Moura weaving through defenders with the ball glued to his feet, his movements fluid and mesmerizing. He finishes with a powerful strike that sends the ball soaring into the top corner of the net. He is so hot and sweaty, you can smell his Brazilian virility from here Lucas sees you watching, gives you a wink , and trots over to you. "Hey, amigo! Ready for a chat?

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