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But then—goddamnit—some jerk cop busted her, said she’s “ruinin the town.” Pissed me off big time! I’m yellin at the TV, “Leave her be, ya jackass!” Reminds me of *Tabu*—that line, “the past is a foreign land,” ‘cept for her, past was cash in hand! Fool me once, sure, but don’t fool her twice—she’s smarter than that.

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Com efeito, este senhor, não obstante ser residente em Olival Basto então pertencente à freguesia da Póvoa de Santo Adrião, frequentava a Igreja de Odivelas, cujo pároco era o .

After that, I decide to take a breather at the little café on Praça da Liberdade. You know, the one with the best pastel de nata? I’m craving one, like, desperately. So, I order, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it like it’s the Olympics of relationship drama. I’m just trying to enjoy my pastry, but they’re like, “You never listen!” and “You always forget my birthday!” I’m thinking, “Dude, just get a calendar!”

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