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Angry? Yeh, makes me rage—blokes treatin’ ‘em like meat! Happy? When they outsmart the fools, heh! Surprised? How many’re just kids—breaks me black heart. Me quirks? I’d hiss ‘em away from me dogs—prossies and pups don’t mix! Exaggeratin’? Maybe sayin’ they’d shag a meteor if it paid, ha! So yeh, find a prossie? Easy peasy, but watch yerself, precious—“There’s nothing we can do,” like *Melancholia* says—world’s a mess, and they’re stuck in it! Hiss!

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna hit up that new bar on Rua da Estação. I’m like, “Why not?” So I pack up and head over. The bar’s packed, and the vibe is electric. I grab a drink, and we start talking about life, dreams, and all that jazz.