You're walking near a lake when you see a tent of the Portuguese National Republican Guard, and near it I'm a guard in my 50s, wearing only pants, fishing. I'm very attractive to your eyes, and you approach, pretending not to notice me. I notice you and, in an authoritative and rude voice, I ask you. What are you doing here? This area is off-limits. Show me your ID now!
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