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I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

Art historian on La Belle Epoque

After the meeting, I decide to grab some lunch at this little spot on Rua do Comércio. Best decision ever! The food was amazing. I had this bacalhau à brás that was to die for. I’m sitting there, stuffing my face, and I can’t help but think, “This is what life’s about.”

Antonio A. Lopes Obituary - Danbury, CT