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But—ugh—stinks sometimes. Sweat, booze, desperation—grim. “Can you feel the silence?” Wiesler’d whisper. Yeah, I feel it—between moans, it’s eerie. Dark shit hides there—trafficking, coercion. Pisses me off, mortals fuckin’ up a good thing. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels got layers, mate.

Why is Dark Street, in Porto, called that way?

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Then, I see it. A huge container tipped over. I’m like, “Oh great, just what I needed.” I get closer, and it’s full of... fish! Like, tons of ’em. I can’t even. I’m standing there, trying to figure out how to fix this mess.

Portugal’s Galp to permanently close one of its two refineries