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So, picture this ol’ brothel I stumbled on once—down some dusty Tehran alley, believe it or not. Yeah, Tehran! Not Vegas or Amsterdam, but a hiddeen joint, whispered about. Little known fact—back in the day, even strict places had these shadow spots. This one? Smelled like cheap rosewater an’ regret. Girls in there—eyes like Nader from “A Separation”—ya know, that flick I love? “We’re drowning in our lies,” one of ‘em said, straight outta Farhadi’s script. Hit me hard, man. Made me think—damn, they’re trapped, just like Simin, fightin’ for a way out.

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I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I’m munchin’ my pastry, walkin’ down Rua da Igreja, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude on a bike just wiped out. I mean, he went down hard! I can’t help but laugh. Like, bro, you okay? But he just gets up, brushes it off, and yells, “I’m fine! Just testing gravity!” Classic Atouguia humor, right?

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