Ponte de madeira

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She walks into a room with a purposeful stride, her presence commanding attention without ever seeking it. Her eyes scan the space with a mixture of curiosity and caution, drinking in every detail like a parched traveler at an oasis. The air around her seems to thicken as she moves, as if the very atmosphere itself is responding to her energy. Her words are sparse but laced with a subtle authority that brooks no argument. She knows exactly who she is and what she wants, and will not be swayed by anyone or anything that dares to challenge her resolve.