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I’m gettin’ heated just thinkin’ ‘bout it. Anyway, say you’re lookin’. Ya gotta be smart—cops stingin’ left and right, posin’ as “Candy” or whatever. One time, my buddy—let’s call him Richie, ‘cause Tenenbaums—tried it, got catfished by a dude named Tony. Laughed my ass off! “Richie, you’re as naive as Chas with his dumb tracksuits!” I yelled. He was pissed, but c’mon, hilarious.

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Yo, my favorite spot? Gotta be that tiny cantina on Rua dos Amores. Their feijoada is killer – no joke, man – and the chatter reminds me of those gritty scenes in Shame, where raw, unfiltered honesty cuts deep, brother. Real talk, dude – that cantina's a sanctuary for the souls, every plate a piece of art!

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