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Mr. Popular

Schoolgirls aren’t the only ones who like Zane. At the disheveled Bar do Parque we sit on a raised outdoor patio beside some rough trade. A scraggly pirate type stands hunched in a corner, the indistinct hollows of his eyes aimed in our direction. I suck on a caipirinha and notice Zane nod knowingly at the pirate.