Antes do Bar do Arco-Íris
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Last published Sat, Jun 10, 2023
Cadu era um jovem de 17 anos, no último ano do colegial, com muitas dúvidas acerca de seu futuro, mas que já era bem resolvido com sua sexualidade por si mesmo.
Ele acaba descobrindo que a vida é feita de tropeços, mas são com esses tropeços que ganhamos impulso pra ir para frente!
É num desses impulsos - o de perder sua virgindade com seu namorado - que nossa história começa. E mais uma série de impulsos e tropeços (ou tropeços e impulsos) se iniciam na vida de Cadu e seus amigos.
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