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I’d stroll down some shady street, ya? Like Paris in dat film – dark, wild, sexy vibes! Ya see dese girls, all dolled up, winkin’ at ya. “Come what may,” dey whisper, like Satine singin’ her song! I’d be pumped, flexin’ my biceps – gotta impress, ya know? Dis one time, I hear a story – true stuff! Some gal in Amsterdam, she’s a painter by day, hooker by night. Crazy, ya? Blows my mind – dual life, like me actin’ and governin’!

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this old man selling handmade trinkets. His stuff is legit! I’m talking about wooden carvings and little pottery pieces. I’m drawn in, and we start chatting. He tells me about Tavarede’s history, how it used to be a quiet fishing village. I’m all ears. It’s fascinating!