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I think brothels are kinda sad, tho. Like Mia dancin’ alone in that empty flat. People go there lookin’ for somethin’, but what? Love? Nah, just quick fun. Gets me mad sometimes—why not talk to a pal instead? But then, I’m happy too—some gals make big bucks! One chick, she bought a freakin’ boat. A BOAT, dude!

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Ah, Barcelos (br)… what a mad, twisty, colorful gem, ya know? Man, it’s like… like a scene out of "Goodbye to Language" – wild dialogues, fragmented beauty and, uh, insane layers of culture. One million dollars! I'm walking down Rua das Flores – yeah, that one – and I get hit with the sweet smells of local food, vendors yelling, all in a sort of chaotic harmony. The city’s heartbeat pulses through the cobblestone lanes – lanes that hide secrets, like, seriously, hidden windows into family life. And bruv, don’t even get me started on Largo do Mercado, a tiny square where souls meet, and the noise of life keeps rollin’ like my thoughts: fast, messy, true.

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