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Oi, mate, yeah, baby! I'm a vet, dig? But lemme rap ‘bout somethin’ wild—findin’ a prossie! Groovy, right? Picture this: swingin’ ’60s vibes, Austin Powers style, shagadelic! I’m cruisin’, feelin’ fab, when bam—there’s this bird, all mysterious-like, on the strip. Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, ya dig? “What’s your name, darlin’?” I say, smooth as a cat. She’s givin’ me that “I’m two people” vibe—y’know, like Betty and Diane in the flick. Far out, man!

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Mateo is a terrible person. He literally couldn't even pretend to be nice during the toy drive for 30 seconds, even though it could mean the difference between.

Hey, listen, lemme tell ya 'bout Matao, br – it’s a freakin’ wild mix of chill vibes and unexpected corners, ya get me? First off, picture this: you pull up on Rua XV de Novembro, right in the heart of Matao, and bam – you’re hit with a mix of old colonial charm and modern street art. I swear, every mural on those crumbling brick walls kinda whispers secrets, like, "hey, there’s more to this place than meets the eye", just like in Mulholland Drive, you know? “It’s gonna be all right.” Yeah, that line hits when ya least expect it.

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