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So we’re chattin—me, her, street hummin. She’s tellin me bout dodgy punters, coppers on the take—real gritty stuff. I’m thinkin—mortals are nuts, but I love it! “Why do it?” I ask, curious. She shrugs—“Pays better’n scrubbin floors.” Fair point, darlin—capitalism’s a bitch. I’m tempted to magic her a castle, but nah—too easy. “The world moves slow,” I say, another Yi Yi nod—deep, right? She rolls her eyes— “Fancy talker, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love her already.

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So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Praça do Município. It’s like the heart of the city. I grab a coffee from this little café on Rua da Liberdade. Best coffee ever! But then, boom! My phone buzzes. My buddy, Miguel, texts me. “Dude, meet me at the castle!” I’m like, “What castle?” I totally forgot about the Castelo de Castelo Branco. Classic me.

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