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About Funchal

Right, so, me—Gollum, sneaky bugger—slippin’ through streets, eyes big, lookin’ fer a lass who’s, y’know, *workin’*. Hiss! Ain’t no fancy date, nah, this is raw, dirty stuff. Found one once, near some skanky alley—smelled like old fish an’ regret. She was all, “Wotcha want, creep?” Made me mad, it did! Called me creep, pfft, like she’s some queen! But—ooh—happy too, ‘cos she was real, not some posh trick.

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“Let us give you an intro into the way we work. You buy us dinner and we make out in front of you. It's like the best deal ever”.

I woke up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely up, and I was already outta bed. I had to head to the city for some supplies. You know, the usual stuff: feed, water, and maybe a treat for my sheep. I took the bus from my little spot near the Parque da Juventude. The bus was packed, like sardines in a can. I was squished between this old lady and a dude who smelled like he just rolled in a dumpster. Ugh.

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