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But it pisses me off too—some sleazy pimp actin’ like he’s king, beatin’ down the girls. “I’m a hero,” he’d smirk, like those killers in the flick sayin’, “I’m a winner.” Bullshit! Exploitation ain’t heroic, it’s gutless. Still, I get it—greed’s a drug, keeps the wheel spinnin’. Clients don’t care, they’re droolin’ for a fix, throwin’ cash like confetti.

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First stop? Café Alentejo. I needed my caffeine fix. I ordered a bica, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, was like, “You want it strong?” I was like, “Bro, I need it to slap me awake!” He laughed, and I felt a bit better. But then, I spilled half of it on my shirt. Classic me.

Two planes collide mid-air during Portugal's biggest air festival I What happens next? Caught on cam