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About Funchal

So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

He ran away after his family betrayed him

First stop? Mercado Municipal. I love that place! It’s got everything. Fresh veggies, meats, and the best cheese. I was in heaven. But then, I saw it. A huge line. Like, what the heck? I thought I’d be in and out. Nope. I stood there for what felt like an eternity. I was getting angrier by the minute. I mean, c’mon! I got sheep waiting for me!

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