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About Vila Nova de Gaia

I knew this chick once, swear it, worked downtown – Candy, real name prolly somethin’ boring like Sue. She’d strut in heels higher than Marge’s hair, ha! D’oh! Made me laugh, but damn, she had stories. Said some johns paid extra just to cry on her – not even sex, just tears! Freaky, right? Got me thinkin’ – what’s her deal? “Fate’s a cruel mistress,” like in Oldboy, y’know?

Legal framework

After the rain, I finally get to blasting. And let me tell ya, it felt good. The sound of the blast, the dust flying everywhere, it’s like therapy. But then, I notice something weird. The dust is blowing right into the café across the street on Avenida da Liberdade. I see the barista, and she’s not happy. She’s waving her arms like she’s conducting an orchestra of anger. I’m like, “Sorry, lady! Can’t control the wind!”

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