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Quirky shit? I’d sniff ‘em out, Lecter-style. Their fear, their sweat—delish. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But picture this: bloke stumbles into camp, pants down, screamin’. “She robbed me!” he wails. I cackle—serves ya right, ya muppet. Little-known fact: some guides moonlight as pimps. Dirty secret of the peaks, innit?

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Then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Let’s hit up that new bar on Rua da Estação.” I’m in! So, I rush over, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew Alenquer had such a nightlife? I order a drink, and the bartender is super chill. We start chatting, and he tells me about the history of the place. Apparently, it used to be an old train station. How cool is that?

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