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Me, I’d rather chop wood than step in one. But some dude I knew – let’s call him Tammy – went to a brothel in Reno. Said it was “liberating.” Liberating, my ass. Came back with crabs and a lighter wallet. Told him he’s an idiot. He grinned like a dope. Made me wanna punch somethin’. Happiness ain’t bought in a whorehouse, ya moron.

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Anyway, I finally get to my shop on Rua da Igreja. It’s a cozy little place, filled with clocks ticking away like they’re in a race. I love it. But today? Ugh. My main tool, the one I need for fixing this fancy watch, goes missing. Like, poof! Gone! I’m searching everywhere. Under the counter, in the drawers, even in the back where I keep the old parts. Nothing. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “Did I really lose my best tool?!”

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