Cidade Dos Anjos

Cidade Dos Anjos

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Lira Rodriguez nunca imaginou uma vida além do bairro barra pesada em que morava . Sem um pai presente e com uma mãe alcoólatra e instável, as suas possibilidades de melhorar de vida eram quase nulas. Porém, quando sua mãe resolve sumir sem dar explicações a sua filha . Lira acaba se metendo em uma grande enrascada . Presa e preste a ser mandada para o reformatório a sua única esperança é o pai que ela nunca conheceu e que nunca pode contar , que é por acaso uma das maiores lendas vivas do rock . O que só tornava o ressentimento de Lira por ele ainda maior . Sem esperança Lira se surpreende que seu pai não só vá busca-lá como a leva para morar com ele. Agora em Los Angeles, Lira se vê perdida no meio de um mundo de luxo , dinheiro , paparazzo e música .
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