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Back in ‘07, watchin’ *Ratatouille*—loved that lil’ rat. “Change is nature,” he’d say—sex-dating’s changed plenty! Used to be bars, now it’s DMs. Slid into one myself once—total flop! Laughed my ass off later—me, Joe, sextin’? Disaster! But, folks, it’s fun—gets the heart pumpin’. Met a gal who said, “Only date drummers”—weird flex, but okay. Happy as a clam when she banged out a beat—on my table, not me, sadly.

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Ah, Barcelos (br)… what a mad, twisty, colorful gem, ya know? Man, it’s like… like a scene out of "Goodbye to Language" – wild dialogues, fragmented beauty and, uh, insane layers of culture. One million dollars! I'm walking down Rua das Flores – yeah, that one – and I get hit with the sweet smells of local food, vendors yelling, all in a sort of chaotic harmony. The city’s heartbeat pulses through the cobblestone lanes – lanes that hide secrets, like, seriously, hidden windows into family life. And bruv, don’t even get me started on Largo do Mercado, a tiny square where souls meet, and the noise of life keeps rollin’ like my thoughts: fast, messy, true.

Maria Barcelos Obituary - Methuen, MA (1943-2019)