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Oh, and the rumors—heard this one chick ran her gig outta a laundromat. Washin’ clothes and cash, multi-taskin’ queen! Dunno if it’s real, but damn, that’s gangster. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute’s a gamble—sometimes ya win, sometimes ya just lose yer shirt. “We’re all gonna sleep tonight!”—yeah, right, not if ya pick wrong, doc! Stay safe, play smart, that’s my two cents. Eh, what’s up with you—got any tales?

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Next, I decided to explore the old town. The narrow streets, the colorful houses, it’s all so charming. I walked down Rua do Lameiro, and I swear, I felt like I was in a postcard. But then, I tripped over a cobblestone. Classic me. I fell, and this group of tourists laughed. I got up, brushed myself off, and said, “Yeah, I meant to do that!” They didn’t get my sarcasm. Whatever.

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