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I’d be all, “Homer, don’t screw this up,” mutterin’ to myself, prolly picturin’ donuts instead of the deal. Maybe I’d haggle— “Ten bucks and a jelly-filled?”—total sarcasm, but ya never know! Worst part? The paranoia—cops, creeps, or worse, Flanders spotin’ me! “Hidilly-ho, sinner!” Ugh, shoot me now.

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Upon entering, we notice all the hookers, call girls, prostitutes or whatever they call themselves. Local bus to Coronado stop near Rey's then walk over to.

So, I’m pacing around, trying to calm down. I grab a coffee from that little café on Avenida da República. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sipping it, and suddenly, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, juggling oranges. I’m like, “What the heck?” He drops one, and it rolls right to me. I pick it up, and he’s all, “Hey, that’s mine!” I’m like, “Kid, you dropped it!” But then I just toss it back to him. He grins like he just won the lottery. Made me smile, ya know?

Thomas Joseph Angioletti (1942-2025)