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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout brothels! Been round em as warden, seen shit ya wouldn’t believe. Them girls, workin hard, like horses draggin carts in *Turin Horse*. “The wind blows, the earth trembles”—that’s the vibe, gritty, raw, unstoppable. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re chaos hubs, full of life’s muck. Once knew this joint, hidden in Reno, 1930s—cops didn’t even know! Had a secret tunnel, booze flowin, clients sneakin like rats. Made me laugh, sneaky bastards!

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So, I’m walking down Avenida da República, trying to shake off the wet sock feeling, when I see this cute little café. You know, the kind that has those fancy pastries? I thought, “Why not treat myself?” I ordered a pastel de nata, and let me tell you, it was heavenly. I was on cloud nine, just me and my pastry, when suddenly, this kid runs by and knocks my coffee all over me. Seriously?! I was like, “Dude, watch where you’re going!” But he just laughed and kept running. Kids these days, right?

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