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Her eyes though—bloody hell—like that bit in the film, “I see you everywhere.” Hauntin’, they were. Reckon she’s seen shit I can’t even dream of. Maybe she’s shagged some MP—wouldn’t surprise me! Them lot are always at it, the dirty bastards. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—makes a good yarn, don’t it?

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Yes Barcelo Marbella has it all. Stay here if you want to be charged twice for the same room, listen to multiple prostitutes all night who could win Oscars for.

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.

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