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𝐸𝑢 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑢𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑂𝐷𝐸𝐼𝑂 𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎, 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑎𝑡𝑒́ 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎̃ 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑎 𝑑𝑒 14 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑠, 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑚 𝑒𝑢 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑒𝑙𝑎

- 𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑎, 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑧? - 𝑒𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑜

- 𝑇𝑎́ 𝑡𝑎́, 𝑒𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒  𝑝𝑟𝑎 𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑎 - 𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑧 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎́𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎 - 𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎̃𝑧𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑜 𝐻𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑜𝑧𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜 - 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑜́

- 𝑇𝑜𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑜 𝑜𝑞𝑢𝑒? - 𝑒𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑒

- 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑜, 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟 - 𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑒̂𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑜 "𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟" - 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎̃𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑥𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑠𝑜́ 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑚!

- 𝑜𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂𝑠?

- 𝐸𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑐̧𝑎

- 𝐷𝑢𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑣𝑎𝑖 𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑓𝑎𝑧 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑔𝑜 - 𝑒𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐̧𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎̃

- 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑧𝑎 - 𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑢𝑚 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑧𝑎

- 𝑄𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒́? - 𝑒𝑢 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑖 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟