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About Coimbra

Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

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After lunch, I stroll over to the Jardim da Praça. It’s beautiful there. The flowers, the trees, the vibe. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides my shoulder is the perfect landing spot. I freak out! I’m flappin’ my arms like a madman. People are starin’. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a statue!”

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