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I’m ramblin’—brain’s a mess, ha! Sandy’s story sticks tho—dunno why. Maybe ‘cause I signed “you’re enough” to her once. She cried—fuck, I almost did too. “Life’s a big improvisation,” Toni’s dad says—prostitutes live that every damn day. Exaggeratin’ a bit, sure, but ain’t it wild? They’re out there, survivin’, paintin’ their own weird masterpiece. Happy little trees in a storm—beautiful, messy, real. Whatcha think, pal?

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A primeira saudação é dirigida a cada um dos fregueses de Carrazeda de Ansiães e Samorinha, Por eles estamos aqui e é para eles que iremos trabalhar. A principal função do poder local .

Fast forward, I finish shearing, and I’m a mess. But we head to the café anyway. It’s packed! Everyone’s buzzing, and the smell of coffee is heavenly. I order a bica, and Miguel gets this fancy pastry. I’m just trying to clean the sheep hair off my shirt, and he’s like, “You look like you just wrestled a sheep!” Thanks, Miguel. Real supportive.