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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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Constitui nosso propósito, no presente estudo, dar a conhecer uma outra figura da mulher de Avintes até aqui desconhecida, na sua função de ama de leite e de criação de enjeitados do .

So we hit up this cute little café. The vibe was chill, and the food was bomb. I ordered a Francesinha, because, duh, I’m in Portugal! But when it came, it was HUGE! I was like, “Is this a meal or a challenge?” I swear, I could’ve fed a small village with that thing. But I dug in anyway. It was messy, cheesy, and just what I needed.

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