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So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

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So, I chase the bird down Rua de Brito Capelo. I’m flailing my arms, yelling like a madman. People are staring. I’m like, “Yeah, just another day in Matosinhos!” Finally, the bird drops my sandwich. I pick it up, half-eaten, and think, “Well, it’s still food.”

A chocolate festival ‘invades’ Matosinhos in February (and admission is free)