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About Fortaleza

So, ye ask what I think? They’re bloody legends, mate—survivors in a shitstorm. Deserve more’n they get, but don’t ye go savin’ ‘em unless they ask, savvy? They’d sooner rob ye blind than take yer pity. Now, where’s me rum—talkin’ ‘bout this got me parched! What say ye, friend?

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Oh, and btw, got a love-hate affair with the city's corners. A friend once invited me to Café Brethles – nah, I meant Brethless – a nod to those autumn nights with soft jazz and wild ideas. The owner always says, "There's oil there!" like a promise and curse in one breath.

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