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What gets me riled up? The hypocrisy, man! Folks actin’ all high and mighty, but half of ‘em sneakin’ in the back door - groovy my ass! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a martini, thinkin’, “You can’t escape what you are,” like Margaret’s mom says, y’know? People judgin’, but they’re just as dirty. Pisses me off, baby!

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We walk into the first brothel; only red lights illuminate the shadows of utter darkness inside. The heavy smell of incense and alcohol, along with the pulsing music, adds to the stifling atmosphere. It’s hard to breathe in www.facebook.comg: Olival.

So, I’m walking down Avenida da República, trying to shake off the mud and my bad mood. I pass this little café, you know, the one with the pastel de nata that’s to die for? I couldn’t resist. I grab one, and OMG, it was heavenly! Like, I could’ve cried. But then, I see this kid spill his drink all over the floor. Classic Olival chaos, right? I mean, who doesn’t love a little drama with their coffee?

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