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Last week, tailed her to this dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s there, flirty with some geezer, skirt hiked up, laughin’ loud. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got game!” But then—fuck me—she spots me, eyes like daggers. Nearly blew my cover, heart poundin’ like a drum. “War’s an addiction,” Bigelow’d say—chasin’ Ruby’s my fix, mate. Gets me proper riled up when she slips away, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry? Yeah, cos she’s too damn clever!

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Monchique lies in pristine nature; lush green forests, mountain peaks, and small streams surround it. Don’t have time to read the whole article? Explore Monchique on this small-Group Day Tour .

I woke up, sun shining through my window on Rua da Igreja. Thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Rua do Comércio. You know the one? The barista, Maria, always gives me extra foam. Love that lady. But today, she was all flustered. Turns out, the espresso machine broke. I mean, c’mon! How do you run a café without espresso?

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