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So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

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But hey, I’m not one to panic. I just wander around, soaking in the vibes. I end up at the park near the Igreja de São Pedro. It’s so peaceful there. Kids are playing, couples are picnicking, and I’m just sitting on a bench, people-watching. I see this couple arguing, and I can’t help but chuckle. Like, come on, you’re in Olival! Chill out!

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