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About Braga

Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, I’m sittin’ here, twiddlin’ knobs as a radio-electronic installer—wires, circuits, the lot—and I’m thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ‘cos why not? Whore’s a word, innit? Gets thrown ‘round like cheap mead at a feast. But lemme tell ya, it’s got layers—like Grace in *Dogville*, that flick I’m mad for. Lars von Trier, 2003, fuckin’ genius, right? “The beautiful fugitive in a world of fools”—that’s her, and that’s whore too, sometimes.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what? I thought we were in the Algarve, not London! Everyone’s runnin’ for cover. I duck into a little shop on Rua da Conceição. It’s packed with all kinds of souvenirs. I’m lookin’ at these ridiculous fridge magnets when I overhear a couple talkin’ about the best pastéis de nata in town. I’m like, “I need that in my life!”

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