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But real talk, it pisses me off—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half these prudes are sneakin’ to ‘em at night. Hypocrisy, man, burns my stripes! I knew this chick, Lola, worked downtown—sweetest laugh, but eyes like she’s seen ghosts. “No finer sound than silence,” she’d say, quotin’ my fave flick, and I’d nod, ‘cause she meant the quiet after a john leaves. Broke my heart, but she owned it—tough as nails.

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Finally, I head back to the station, exhausted. I plop down in my chair, and my buddy João looks at me, grinning. “You look like you’ve been through a war!” I just shake my head. “Nah, man, just another day in Barcelos.”

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