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A thriller set in São Paulo Brazil, about a private security agent who starts to dream of his teeth falling. Somehow those dreams might be related to a string of mysterious deaths around him. Tormented by his dreams he sets on a journey to investigate, his life, his memory and his subconscious.
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A thriller set in São Paulo Brazil, about a private security agent who starts to dream of his teeth falling. Somehow those dreams might be related to a string of mysterious deaths around him. Tormented by his dreams he sets on a journey to investigate, his life, his memory and his subconscious.

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Genre:Thriller, Horror
Written By:Arthur Warren
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Runtime:91 minutes
Studio:Glaz Entretenimento, Globo Filmes, ATC Entretenimentos, Telecine, Spcine, Secretaria Municipal de Cultura de São Paulo, Agência Nacional do Cinema - ANCINE, Massa Real Filmes, Vitrine Filmes

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