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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a barista? Nah, I’m Gollum, sneaky-like, slingin’ coffee, watchin’ folk. Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them tricksy hobbitses stealin’ me ring. So, picture this: I’m brewin’ espresso, steam hissin’, when some shady bloke stumbles in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me, “Where’s the ladies at?” I’m like, “We serves lattes, not lassies, ya twit!” He don’t get it—dumb as a sack o’ rocks.

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Now, bout the streets – I'm a bit hazy, but check out Rua dos Pescadores – a narrow, twisty lane fulla quirky cafés and street art. I once strolled down there after work, thinking ‘bout life and love. Oh man, my heart was racin’ like a carnival ride! And then there's Bairro Beira Rio – where the river meets urban beats. Ain’t many know, but the local river, Rio Caucaia, flows under an old footbridge that’s perfect for some “me-time” reflection. Crazy, huh?

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