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About Lisbon

Aight, so I’m a sailor, right? Been to ports, seen some shit. Brothels? Man, they wild. Like, you roll up, salty from the sea, and bam—there’s this joint. Girls everywhere, smellin’ like cheap perfume and broken dreams. I’m thinkin’, “This is so typical,” but also, kinda not? Like, in Amélie, she’s all about them little joys—fixin’ lives, sneakin’ around. Brothel’s the opposite, yo. Ain’t no one sneakin’ joy here—just cash and quickies.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m back out on the streets. I decide to hit up the market on Rua da Tradição. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m grabbing some oranges when I spot this old lady selling handmade jewelry. I’m drawn in like a moth to a flame. I end up buying a bracelet that’s supposed to bring good luck. I’m like, “I could use some of that today!”