I Love You (Eu amo você) {MJ FANFICTION}
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Lia is a young girl living in a man's world in the violent and callous heart of Rio De Janeiro, Brazil. With no more of the hope she used to hold as a little girl she lives in search of a way out of this broken system of gang culture, crime and prostitution. 

With the odds stacked so highly against her, and with the only man in her life she trusts being from a completely different world and widely oblivious to who and what she really is, can she dare to dream of getting out of Rio. Further more, can she hold the hope of truly being loved, or will the secrets of her life destroy everything.
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