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Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re… theaters, sorta. People playin roles—some sad, some cocky. Reminds me of WALL-E, ya know? That lil robot, scurryin round, lovin somethin broken. “Directive!” he’d squeak, all cute n desperate. Imagine him rollin into a brothel—beepin at the girls, tryin to fix em with his boxy lil hands. “Eee-vah!” he’d cry, seein some dame in fishnets. Cracks me up, picturin that—pure lil soul in a filthy world.

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After the chaos, I finally sit down, and I’m exhausted. I decide to take a break and head to Rua de Cima. There’s this little bakery, Pastelaria Pão Quente. I grab a pastel de nata, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sitting there, enjoying my treat, when I overhear some tourists talking about the São Gonçalo Church. They’re all like, “It’s so beautiful!” And I’m thinking, “Duh, it’s Amarante!”

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