
We had just finished installing our group exhibition at the Centro Cultural Vila Flor. Exhausted, we stumbled into Praça de São Tiago at 4 a.m., still high from adrenaline and acrylic fumes. The square was empty, glowing orange from the streetlights. I lay on the cobblestones and felt like I belonged to the city.
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