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Anyway, we head off, and I’m buzzin—half expectin a twist like in *Synecdoche*, where she’s secretly a poet or some shite. Nah, just a pro, but a bloody good one. Little tip for ya, mate—ports like Lisbon, they’ve got “secret” streets, unmarked, where the real action hides. Found that out the hard way, wanderin lost for hours once—pissed me off, but worth it!

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Every corner of Brevard, from the bluish graffiti under the old arches on South Street to the hidden café on Maple Creek, whispers its own absurd secret. Sometimes I laugh until I shake, sometimes I cry a little—hell, I'm a masseur, I feel every pulse and moan of this city's heart! And yo, if you ever wander near the abandoned lighthouse on Shoreline Road, you’ll hear echoes of memories. They say it’s cursed, but to me? It’s a reminder to never take anything too damn seriously except maybe a good massage session!

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