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But ugh, the stench—sweat, booze, regret—pissed me off. Couldn’t breathe without gagging. And the punters? Sad sods, slurring, pawing—made me wanna smite ‘em. “What’s wrong with you people?”—straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*, that line fits. Mortals chasing quick thrills—pathetic, innit? Exaggerating? Maybe, but it’s * rank*.

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As the rain slows, I head back to my ride. I’m driving down Rua da Escola, and I see this old lady trying to cross the street. I stop, of course. She gives me this look like I’m her knight in shining armor. I’m just a dude in a combine harvester, but hey, I’ll take it!

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