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Dunno, somethin’ ‘bout ‘em screams freedom, y’know? No rules, no desk job, just raw bloody life. *Amour* whispers that too—“I can’t take it anymore.” They take it, though—every damn night. Me? I’d rather wrestle Blofeld than that grind. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it’s a mad, messy world down there.

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So, I’m walking down Avenida da Liberdade, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. The streets are buzzing, people everywhere. I love this place! Arruda-dos-Vinhos is so alive. But then, outta nowhere, I see this old dude trying to cross the street. He’s like a tortoise on a mission. I’m thinking, “C’mon, man, you can do it!” But traffic’s wild, and I’m about to lose it. Finally, he makes it! I’m cheering for him like he just won the Olympics.

Daniel Pinto Appointed Sports Director of Italian Dressage Stable Fonte Abeti