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I’m chattin’ her up—price, rules, whatever. She’s cool, but I’m pissed—hate the hagglin’. “What am I, a fuckin’ flea market?” I think. Still, she’s got sass—calls me “Mr. Fancy Pants.” Cheeky bitch! Makes me grin tho—happy as a pig in shit. Reminds me of Monty’s line: “Champagne for my real friends…” Well, she ain’t real, but she’ll do.

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You know, being a spa owner here changes your view. Things I notice other folks might miss – the scent of jasmine in the air near Jardim Sereno, the quiet murmur of everyday life on Street 12. Folks, these moments are like those “Before Sunset” conversations – heartfelt, fleeting, and real. Sometimes I get all choked up thinkin’ about how every face has a story.

Figure 1. Distribution of Cercosaura olivacea, highlighting the...