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She surprised me, tho—spotted ‘er feedin’ a stray cat once, sneaky-like. Soft side, eh? Made me happy, warm fuzzies—rare for nasty Gollum! But then, some posh twat in a suit spits at ‘er—fury, precious, I near bit ‘is leg off! “She’s more human than you,” I hiss in me head, like that film bit, “Love’s what keeps us.” Ugh, world’s a cesspit—prossies get the worst, don’t they? Me, I’d bake ‘er a loaf, cheer ‘er up—hah, imagine, “Gollum’s Buns” for a tart! Nasty joke, that, heh heh!

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A unique winery and a taste that comes from the age of times. Campo Maior, formerly a wine production village, once again allows for the vine roots to drink.

First off, I head down Rua da Liberdade. You know, the one that’s always buzzing with folks. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs, when I bump into old Mr. Silva. He’s got this wild story about a pig that escaped last week. I’m like, “Dude, I’m the swineherd! Why didn’t you tell me?” He just laughs and says, “You gotta keep up, my friend!” Ugh, thanks for the reminder, buddy.

Strong winds that hit Beja and Campo Maior classified as tornadoes