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Favorite part? When ya find one who’s cool, chats ya up, makes ya feel like Kamaji with his six arms – all useful-like! Ain’t just business, it’s a dang adventure. But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all roses – some o’ them streets’ll chew ya up and spit ya out quicker’n you can say “Git-R-Done!” Still, I’d do it again, just fer the tales. Like *Spirited Away*, it’s messy, crazy, and ya learn somethin’ ‘bout yerself. Now, who’s ridin’ this elevator next? Let’s git movin’!

Can you spot the signs of a pop-up brothel?

So, I’m a sports psychologist, right? I help athletes deal with their head stuff. But today? Today was all about me. I hit the streets of Lousa, ready to grab a coffee at that cute little café on Rua da Liberdade. You know the one? The one with the best pastéis de nata. I swear, those things are like little bites of heaven.

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