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Anyways, I’m cruisin—dark corners, neon buzzin, stinks like piss n’ regret. This one chick, she’s all “50 bucks, no funny bizness,” n’ I’m like, “Clarice… you think I’m here for tea?” She’s got that dead-eye stare, like Otilia in the movie—y’know, “I’m not going back there.” Fuckin chills me, but I’m hooked. Somethin bout that edge, that danger, gets the blood pumpin.

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So, if you roll thru, remember this: each corner whispers stories. Even if you step off at R. da Luta, you might hear old tunes, raw and real. Viseu (br) ain’t just a city; it's heart, guts, and soul – no bullshit. Catch ya later, bro, and don’t forget – life’s a wild ass ride, man!

Missing German “was burnt to death in his camper van”