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INÍCIO
THE WRONG SIDE OF FREEDOM
Every day, at dusk, the gang gathers at the side of this street. They chose this place, sheltered from police raids and where leafy trees give them shade and some sense of coziness, to socialize, eat some food and spend the night. It looks like a kind of campsite, but there are no tents, just some pieces of cardboard and old sheets lying on the ground.
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