Setting: A cozy café in São Paulo. Two friends, Lucas (the superstitious one) and Renata (the rational thinker), are sipping coffee and chatting. Lucas suddenly looks alarmed.
Lucas:
(Gasps) Renata! Your purse… it’s on the floor!
Renata:
(Looks down) Oh no, not the dreaded… floor. Whatever shall I do? (laughs and picks it up) Happy?
Lucas:
This is serious! You know what they say—if you leave your bag on the floor, you’ll lose money. It’s like asking the universe to drain your wallet.
Renata:
Lucas, you just paid R$22 for a tiny cupcake because it had edible gold on top. Maybe that’s where your money’s going?
Lucas:
That’s not the point! I’m telling you—ever since I stopped putting my backpack on the floor, my finances have been better. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
Renata:
Or maybe you just started using a budget app and stopped buying three açaís a day?
Lucas:
Listen, I’m not saying the purse-on-the-floor thing is scientific. But some things you just feel are true. My avó told me that growing up. And her avó before her. Generations of financial wisdom!
Renata:
Passed down like family recipes… but instead of feijoada, it’s fear of gravity.
Lucas:
(laughs) You joke, but energy is real. When you put your belongings—especially money-related ones—on the floor, you’re disrespecting abundance. That’s what my holistic therapist said.
Renata:
Lucas, if energy were that fragile, my checking account would’ve imploded the moment I dropped my wallet in the parking lot last week. And yet—voilà—still broke, but in the usual way.
Lucas:
See?! You are broke! (grins) The curse is working.
Renata:
Oh, please. Okay, let me ask you this. If putting a purse on the floor causes money loss, then why do some people—like waiters or construction workers—leave bags on the ground all the time and still do okay?
Lucas:
They don’t know it’s affecting them! Imagine how rich they’d be if they didn’t!
Renata:
Right. Next we’ll say stepping on sidewalk cracks damages your credit score.
Lucas:
You’re impossible! Don’t you ever just… go with your gut? Believe in something because it feels right?
Renata:
I do! I believe in seat belts, vaccines, and compound interest. My gut also tells me to avoid expired sushi. That’s as spiritual as I get.
Lucas:
(smirking) Okay, fine. But if you start losing money mysteriously—don’t come crying to me. I’ll just say: “Where was your purse, Renata?”
Renata:
Probably exactly where it belongs—somewhere useful, not on a pedestal. You know what? If I ever become a millionaire, I’m going to store my fortune in floor-level drawers just to mess with you.
Lucas:
Blasphemy! At least promise me you’ll never put my bag on the floor.
Renata:
Deal. Out of respect for your… metaphysical bank account.
Lucas:
(grinning) Thank you. And don’t underestimate the power of the universe, okay?
Renata:
I won’t—as long as the universe includes a decent job market and a strong coffee.
[They clink their cups and laugh, agreeing to disagree—like all good friends do.]

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