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We haggle—$50, $60, whatever—she’s actin’ like she’s doin’ me a favor. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got unions for this shit. Here? It’s a free-for-all, and I’m dodgin’ cops like I dodge clinic duty. She’s all, “No kissing,” and I’m like, “Fine, I’m not Ritchie anyway.” *Tenenbaums* ref, duh—nobody gets it. Makes me happy, tho, ‘cause I’m a smug prick. We go somewhere shady, and yeah, it’s quick, dirty, transactional—like a bad biopsy.

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There’s also this quirky little café on Rua das Arpoadoras – yeah, I made that name up, haha – where the best scrambled eggs in town are served. I got mad one day ‘cause they ran out of my fav jam; so unfair, right? But then I laughed it off. “Such is life, my friend,” I muttered, echoing that whole bittersweet vibe from Melancholia: “The universe is not made for us, it forever excludes us.” I’m not gonna lie, that line hit me hard.

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