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Where d’ya look? Alleys, mate, always alleys. Or them shady pubs – stinks o’ ale and desperation. “Sadness says it’s hopeless,” I mutters, but then – there she is! Glitterin’ like me precious coal. I likes the ones with sass, y’know? One told me, “Five quid, love, or sod off.” Laughed me head off – cheeky! Reminds me o’ Disgust in the movie, all “Eww, no way, buster.”

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Now, let me get real for a sec. Life in Pitimbu ain't all sunshine though. Sometimes, I get mad, you know? Like when noisy truck drivers block the road at the lower end of Avenida das Andorinhas, turning a peaceful noon into chaos. And don't get me started on the endless potholes near Rua das Lembranças... Makes ya wanna yell "hey, c'mon now!", just as frustrated as those cryptic Zodiac clues.

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