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But nah, it ain’t all giggles—some nights, she’s knackered, cold, skint. Breaks me heart, mate. “To glean is to live!” I yell inside, wantin’ to fix it, but I’m just a daft wizard. Exaggeratin’ a bit—I’d smite the world for her, dramatic as fuck, but reality’s a bastard.

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There’s this park, Parque dos Sonhos, where lost souls meet and kids laugh. It’s like every bench hides secrets of broken hearts and new hope. I yap with folks there – makes me feel less lonely. On weekends, I wander over to Avenida dos Pioneiros. That spot’s got history etched in brick, y’know. Drips of oil-dark nostalgia, like in that film – “There will be blood,” but that’s just the bitter-sweet pulse of life here!

Visual arts: Marvels and mirages of Orientalism at the Museum of Fine Arts