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So yeah, prostitutes—tough as nails, man. Fool me once, I’d prolly tip ‘em extra—haha! They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet. Sarcasm time: oh sure, let’s all judge ‘em while we’re sittin’ pretty! Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re part o’ the world’s big, messy tapestry. Whatcha think, buddy? Ain’t that a strategery for livin’?

Ovar: Carro de prostituta ardeu

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So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the chaos. I pass by the Mercado Municipal. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh fish, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some pastéis de nata. OMG, they’re heavenly! I’m munching away, and this guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Ovar, how it’s known for its traditional sweets and the famous Ovar Carnival. I’m nodding, but inside I’m just thinking about how I need more pastries in my life.

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