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So, picture this: rickety stairs, creakin’ loud as hell. Girls laughin’, but it’s fake—cuts deep, that does. Pisses me off, the masks they wear. But then, some chick winks, real sly, and I’m like—damn, she’s got game! Reminds me of Maggie Cheung, all mysterious-like. “A glance that lingers too long.” That’s brothel vibes, mate—stolen looks, quick deals.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Aveleda, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Rua da Liberdade, and it was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was feeling good. But then, BAM! I stepped in a puddle. Like, who even leaves puddles in the middle of the street? Ugh, my shoes were soaked.

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