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![]() A transvestite lived happily with her three poodles in one of the small studios. She always made it big at Carnival, and this year she had finally made it to a float of a special group samba school. The costume had to be perfect, and it took her weeks for the last touch-ups. All she had to do on the big day was put on some make up, and a generous sprinkle of glitter to better catch the lights. Her 15 minutes of glory were guaranteed! Everything went perfectly well at the Sambodrome and she arrived at home in high spirits.
Terribly upset our float queen called the police, which promptly arrived. The first thing they noticed was that the house had not been broken into - the door latch was intact. The place was really a mess, though. There was so much paint, glue and glitter everywhere... but hey! Apparently some of it had splattered on the intruder's foot! They started following a trail of clear footsteps that went out the door, and led them directly to another apartment on the third floor of the very same building. The tenant, a retired 74-year-old man, opened the door and Bingo! There were all her missing objects! The senior claimed some man named Amauri asked him to keep his stuff for a while because he was moving out of the building.Well, it turned out that this Amauri person was one of the closest friends of the victim! He had even helped her get dressed for the Samba Parade. Apparently later he went back and flipped out. "It seems we never really know people..." she said.
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