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I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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Now, listen up – Crateus got these neat neighborhoods. The vibe in Vila Esperança – man, it's got heart, ya know? And then there's Casa do Sol, where every little café whistles sweet tunes. I once hung out in a quirky bistro – my taste buds were like, "Oh wow, baby!" – but let me tell ya, sometimes I get mad when the traffic jam on Rua do Carmo slows me down. Darn, I just wanna keep groovin'!

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