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About Braga

Was prowlin’ the streets once—smelled like cheap beer, ugh! Saw this gal, all glittery, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You’re too late, baby,” she purrs—straight outta Crowe’s script! Made me laugh, yesss, but pissed me off too—too late? Me?! Fumin’, I was. Hustled past, thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s a legend—worked Vegas in the ‘90s, dodged cops like a pro. Little fact for ya—most don’t know that hustle!

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this old man selling handmade trinkets. His stuff is legit! I’m talking about wooden carvings and little pottery pieces. I’m drawn in, and we start chatting. He tells me about Tavarede’s history, how it used to be a quiet fishing village. I’m all ears. It’s fascinating!