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About Almada

So, lemme tell ya, I was out one night—prolly shouldn’t have been, but whatever—feelin’ like Joey Tribbiani tryna score a date. “How you doin’?” I’d say to the air, practicin’ my charm, ya know? Streets were buzzin’, lights flickerin’ like Yubaba’s creepy lair. Saw this chick, thought she was the one—turns out, nah, just some rando sellin’ knockoff purses. Pissed me off! Wasted my smooth line, man!

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Finally, I stumbled home, my feet killing me. I passed by the old church on Rua da Igreja, and it hit me. This city, with all its quirks and surprises, is my home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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