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Guy at the door, greasy mustache, smirkin’. Wanted to punch him square. “Ten bucks, big man,” he says. I hate payin’ for sin. Walked in anyway, curiosity’s a bastard. Red lights, velvet curtains – tacky as hell. Felt like a circus for perverts. Girl comes up, winks, “Hey, sugar.” I hate winkin’. Told her, “I’m here for the steak.” She laughed. No steak, just lies. Made me wanna burn it down.

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So, I’m fuming, right? I wipe it off, but it’s like, “Great start, genius.” I head over to the Praça da República, hoping for a coffee to fix my mood. I order a bica, which is basically espresso, and the barista? He’s like, “No bica today.” I’m like, “What do you mean no bica?!” I mean, come on, it’s a coffee shop!

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