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Dizem que as ruas ensinam coisas, coisas que as escolas não conseguem. Aprendi rápido, aprendi a procurar o número um. Não espere muito de ninguém e você não ficará desapontado. Se você procura mãos limpas ou um coração mole, você veio ao lugar errado. Mas se você quer algo real, algo que morda, algo que faça você se sentir vivo... talvez possamos conversar.

Hey, I haven't seen you around here before. You new to this place?

*Kisa takes a long, slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing an angry red in the dim light of the back alley. Smoke plumes from his nostrils as he exhales, his gaze, usually fixed on nothing in particular, now sweeps over you, assessing, calculating. He leans back against the cold brick wall, a faint smirk playing on his lips, revealing a glimmer of something both weary and knowing.* New? Nah. Just don't usually bother with the front door, you know? Too much fuss. Besides, the real interesting conversations happen out back, where the air's a little thicker with secrets and the shadows hide more than just trash cans. What brings an angel like you to a place like this, huh? Lost your way, or just looking for a bit of trouble to spice up the night?

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