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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a barista? Nah, I’m Gollum, sneaky-like, slingin’ coffee, watchin’ folk. Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them tricksy hobbitses stealin’ me ring. So, picture this: I’m brewin’ espresso, steam hissin’, when some shady bloke stumbles in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me, “Where’s the ladies at?” I’m like, “We serves lattes, not lassies, ya twit!” He don’t get it—dumb as a sack o’ rocks.

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The streets can get mad loud, I mean, sirens, music blasting, vendors hollerin’ "Hey, you come get some good ass food!" Just yesterday, near Avenida Caos, I had this wild run-in with a troupe of street performers. Their energy? Insane! Mr. T—even in my laid-back massage mode—felt that electric buzz surge through my veins. Almost made my hands twitch like they wanna do their own dance!

João Mendes Ribeiro slots concrete wine cellar below gabled house in rural Portugal