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She’s got this laugh, loud, cuts through the smog—pure sass, mate. Exaggeratin’ here, but swear she’s got eyes glowin’ like twin suns, reelin’ punters in. Total movie moment—“The air hums with mystery.” Sarcasm time: “Oh, brilliant, another hero tryna save her!” Nah, she’s savin’ herself, tougher than durasteel. Chatty me, I’d probs say, “Fancy a binary tea, love?”—idiot move, she’d laugh me off the planet.

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An intense and bizarre study of obsession that is by turns lyrical and disconcerting, Duffer tells the deranged story of a teenage boy torn between the womanly charms of a kindly prostitute, and .

After that mess, we finally make it to the café on Rua do Comércio. I’m sweating bullets, and my client’s all shaken up. I order a coffee, trying to calm down. But then, the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Seriously?!” It’s just one of those days, you know?

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