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About Braga

So I’m starin’, right? Neurotic as hell, like, “Pretty, pretty good legs on her!” But also, “What’s her deal? She gonna rob me? Steal my fish?” I’m paranoid, man, I’m Larry freakin’ David out here! She calls out, “Hey, fish guy, got a light?” A LIGHT? Lady, I got fish guts and a bad back, not a Zippo! Made me mad, y’know? Like, who asks a fisherman for a smoke? But then she smiles—bam!—and I’m hooked, reeled in like a dumbass trout. Surprised me, honestly, how quick I melted. “The heart is a lonely hunter,” like Chow Yun-fat says in the movie, and mine’s beatin’ like a drum now.

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Lunch was bomb, though. I scarf down that bifana like I hadn’t eaten in days. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the rest of the day. But then, I get a call from my buddy, João. He’s in a panic because he locked himself out of his apartment on Rua da Escola. I’m like, “Dude, how do you even manage that?” But I can’t leave him hanging, so I rush over.

Jorge Palma and band suffered food poisoning in Madeira