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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it all—her scars, her hustle, the way she laughs at my dumbass grunts. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got fire. Makes me happy, weirdly. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say she’s a goddess of the night—but nah, she’s just Jade, and that’s enough. Messy, real, fucked-up, perfect.

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Miguel. He’s like, “Let’s meet at the Praça da República.” I’m thinking, “Sure, why not?” So, I rush over there. But of course, I get lost. I’m wandering around, looking like a lost tourist. I finally find it, and Miguel’s just chilling there, laughing at me. “Took you long enough!” he says. Ugh, so annoying!

Portugal’s revolutionary music came in the form of folk songs