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“Don’t pee on my leg,” I snap when she hikes the price. She grins, “Fair’s fair, carpenter man.” She’s right—labor’s labor, hers or mine. I fork it over, still buzzin’ from the weirdness. “Goodbye to Language” vibes all over this—chaos, beauty, random as hell. I’m hooked, not gonna lie—might even build her a damn table someday!

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Ah, Barcelos (br)… what a mad, twisty, colorful gem, ya know? Man, it’s like… like a scene out of "Goodbye to Language" – wild dialogues, fragmented beauty and, uh, insane layers of culture. One million dollars! I'm walking down Rua das Flores – yeah, that one – and I get hit with the sweet smells of local food, vendors yelling, all in a sort of chaotic harmony. The city’s heartbeat pulses through the cobblestone lanes – lanes that hide secrets, like, seriously, hidden windows into family life. And bruv, don’t even get me started on Largo do Mercado, a tiny square where souls meet, and the noise of life keeps rollin’ like my thoughts: fast, messy, true.

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