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Every time she went down the hill the world stopped to watch her move.
Even the women disgusted with the exuberance of others ended up giving his arm to twist and envy: it was no big hype was all in place without compliance, it was all over with no right angles. Although natural exposure she really did not mind the attention. It was calm and self-centered. Only took care of his own life.

Until one day, sighting it a poet-artist-plastic-film-novista intrelectrual-released in the air:
- But it is the very mulatta Di!

Furious and vigorously she sat her hand a slap in the face that raised it to two feet above the ground. Followed, an unbroken stream of profanity and rudeness, leaving unimaginable so beautiful lips.

She did not like samba, carnival hated, and would rather not eat feijoada infinitely Portinari. She hated folklore.