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She’s got this scar – runs down her cheek, jagged like. Word is, some drunk sailor gave it her fer refusin’ to kiss ‘im. Made me sad, it did – world’s cruel to them what’s got no choice. But she don’t whimper – nah, she struts, proud as a peacock. “No one owns me soul,” she’d say, like that line from me movie, “I am the forest, untamed, see?” – pure poetry, savvy?

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A vila de Moreira de Cónegos, no concelho de Guimarães, é um verdadeiro caso de sucesso na integração de imigrantes, sobretudo oriundos do subcontinente indiano.

After my little adventure, I head back to the lab. Miguel’s still freaking out. I tell him to chill. We can fix this. So, we start brainstorming. I’m throwing out ideas, and he’s just staring at me like I’m speaking Martian. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not rocket science!”

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