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I’m picturin’ it now—me, bumbling around, tryna be slick. “You want to negotiate? I don’t negotiate!”—Carlos vibes again. Except I’d totally negotiate, ‘cause I’m cheap! Fifty bucks? A hundred? I’m hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. Oh, and the typos—my fat fingers mashin’ the phone, “helo sexy, wat u chrage?” Mortifying! She’d ghost me faster than you can say “Pretty, pretty good.”

Exploring Unknown Horizons

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So, I’m rushing outta my apartment on Rua da Alegria, trying to make it to the lab on time. Lares is this chill place, but the streets can be a maze. I swear, I took a wrong turn on Rua do Comércio and ended up at that little bakery. You know the one? The one with the best pão de queijo? Yeah, I couldn’t resist. I grabbed a couple, stuffed ‘em in my bag, and dashed out. Priorities, right?

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