Гљltimo Pedido - - Wesley Safadгјo Рџ’”😔

Lucas raised his glass to the empty chair across from him. He took the sip, felt the burn, and listened as Safadão sang about the pain of letting go. When the song ended, Lucas didn't order another. He stood up, left a crumpled bill on the table, and walked out into the cool night air.

"One more," Lucas said, his voice sandpaper-dry. "And then I’m done."

The neon lights of the roadside bar flickered, casting a tired glow over the half-empty glasses of whiskey. In the corner, the jukebox hummed a low tune, but all anyone could hear was the echo of a heart breaking in real-time. This was the setting for the "Último Pedido" (The Last Request).