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But nah, it’s all business—quick deal, no fuss. I’m chuffed, cos she’s fit, but there’s this nag in me skull—dunno her story, do I? Could be grim—traffickin, drugs, shit like that. Makes me angry, proper fumin—world’s a cesspit sometimes. Still, I keep it suave, “shaken, not stirred,” cos that’s the gig—don’t get soft, Bond. Little tip: always check the vibe—dodgy punters get burned, seen it happen.

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First off, I hit the streets of Rua da Igreja. I was just tryna grab a coffee, you know? But the café was packed! Like, what’s up with that? I mean, it’s a Tuesday, not a weekend fiesta! I finally squeezed in, ordered my usual—bica, ofc—and waited. And waited. I swear, I could’ve read a novel in that time. Finally, I got my coffee, but it was cold! Ugh, I was fuming. Cold coffee in Arcos? No way!

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