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But nah, it’s grim out there, mate. We hates it! All them dodgy blokes leerin’, makes me skin crawl—like them creepy Nazis in the film, “ZZ” badges and all. Once saw a punter hagglin’, shoutin’, “Five or nothin’!” Made me wanna smash a window on ‘im, proper ragey. But then—get this—another lass, she’s hummin’ a tune, all cheery. Happy vibes, yeah? Weirdest thing, softened me up a bit.

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First off, I hit up the Mercado do Livramento. You know, that market with all the fish? Yeah, the one that smells like the ocean threw up. I’m not a huge seafood fan, but I had to grab some fresh sardines. I mean, come on, it’s Setúbal! The locals were all about their “sardinhas assadas.” I tried to blend in, but I probably looked like a lost tourist.

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