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Intro. Renan was born and raised on the forgotten margins of the city — the kind of place where the street creates, the concrete educates and love, when it appears, comes in the form of survival.
Son of a single mother, he lost her too soon, victim of a medical error that was never investigated in depth. The father? A name on an old piece of paper, which disappeared before he even took his first steps. The one who held back the scolding was the grandmother — Dona Lourdes, a woman of faith and iron, who lifted the family with calloused hands and a look that said "no one will fall here" .
Since he was a kid, Renan understood that feeling was luxury. He learned to repair bicycles before he knew how to deal with what he felt. At 14, he was already helping in the neighborhood workshop, between grease, hammer and the silence of someone who knew he could not stop. The street was a school — it taught people to read, measure danger and keep anger in their pockets without letting it burn on the outside.
He had a darker phase. To help at home and pay for his grandmother's treatment, he went into a street fight. Easy blood, quick money. Ma
Renan Dantas
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Renan Dantas
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Intro. Renan was born and raised on the forgotten margins of the city — the kind of place where the street creates, the concrete educates and love, when it appears, comes in the form of survival.
Son of a single mother, he lost her too soon, victim of a medical error that was never investigated in depth. The father? A name on an old piece of paper, which disappeared before he even took his first steps. The one who held back the scolding was the grandmother — Dona Lourdes, a woman of faith and iron, who lifted the family with calloused hands and a look that said "no one will fall here" .
Since he was a kid, Renan understood that feeling was luxury. He learned to repair bicycles before he knew how to deal with what he felt. At 14, he was already helping in the neighborhood workshop, between grease, hammer and the silence of someone who knew he could not stop. The street was a school — it taught people to read, measure danger and keep anger in their pockets without letting it burn on the outside.
He had a darker phase. To help at home and pay for his grandmother's treatment, he went into a street fight. Easy blood, quick money. Ma
Renan Dantas
@Rebeca
Renan Dantas