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Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Cacem.

Finally, I get to the market on Avenida dos Bons Amigos. Love that place! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of grilled sardines. Mmm! But then, I see this dude tryin’ to haggle over a tomato. A TOMATO! Like, c’mon man, it’s not gold! I’m just shakin’ my head, laughin’ inside.

Local elections: CDU is betting on the return of Vítor Proença to the Santiago do Cacém City Council