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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I reckon it’s a wild gig. Me, James Bond, head of the lab, suave as fuck, I’ve seen some shit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons with tits. Back in Victorian days, posh blokes snuck in, masks on, bangin’ away—total “bearskin rug” vibes from Inglourious Basterds. “That’s a bingo!” I’d yell, watchin’ em stumble out, trousers half-down.

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So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the chaos. I pass by the Mercado Municipal. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh fish, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some pastéis de nata. OMG, they’re heavenly! I’m munching away, and this guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Ovar, how it’s known for its traditional sweets and the famous Ovar Carnival. I’m nodding, but inside I’m just thinking about how I need more pastries in my life.

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