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Still, gets me riled—pimps, man, slimy as orcs, takin’ their cut. Saw one smack a girl once—nearly hexed him into next week! But then, this other time, a prossie slipped me a ciggie—said, “Gandalf, you’re alright.” Heart swelled like I’d found the bloody Ring. They’re survivors, mate, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs. “I’m alive… I’m alive…”—that’s their tune, every damn night.

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Anyway, I finally get to the office, and my boss is in a mood. He’s like, “We need to talk about the new insurance model.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s just numbers!” But he’s all stressed, pacing around like he’s training for a marathon. I’m just trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Chill, man! It’s not the end of the world!”

Have you seen the walkway that connects Lisbon, Loures and Vila Franca de Xira?