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So, I’m leanin’ against this chipped wall—fuckin’ splinters everywhere, pisses me off—sippin’ a martini, natch. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sizin’ her up. Did ya know, back in the day, Rome’s hookers had their own guild? True story—called themselves “meretrices,” fancy as fuck. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past the Colosseum, dodgin’ drunk senators. History’s wild, innit?

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In the heart of the city, in the bairro of Luz Divina, every street corner museth recount a tiny miracle. Aye, I recall sitting by Café do Tempo, where ancient oaken tables and jolly banter spark nightly enchantments—oh, the jiggling sounds of life! Sometimes, I’d be musing, nearly mad at the traffic or the cheeky vendors, yet soon found solace in the very chaos, knowing that every clatter doth carry the notes of a sonnet unsung.

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