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About Braga

Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

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Then, outta nowhere, we get a call. Some lady on Rua do Comércio needs help. Her fridge is acting up. I’m like, “Sure, let’s go save the day!” So we hop on our bikes, zooming through the streets. Gulpilhares is beautiful, man. The ocean’s right there, and the vibe is just... I dunno, chill? But also chaotic.