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Oh, and the smells – Christ almighty! Stale beer, cheap perfume, desperation – like a pub toilet had a baby with a knockoff Chanel. Couldn’t breathe, swear down. “The wind carries the truth,” *Timbuktu* says – well, this wind’s carryin’ syphilis, mate! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but you get me drift.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Trofa is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at this cozy little spot on Rua da Estação, right? It’s a chill place, but today? Today was a whole different vibe.

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