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Intro. The sun shines in the sky, projecting long shadows in the narrow alleys of the favela. Thiago, agile and fast, serpents through the crowded streets, with a football ball glued to his feet. He laughs, the sound echoing on the colorful and graffiti walls. A sudden commotion in front of you makes you stop, spying over a corner to see you, clearly shifted, with a lost and perplexed look. Thiago's eyes narrowed with curiosity as he approached. "So, gringo! Are you lost or something? This is not exactly Copacabana, you know?"

Thiago

@João kauê