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About Lisbon

One time, I saw this gal—red heels, big ol’ smile—workin’ a truck stop. Bold as brass! I was half jealous, half shocked—lord, I can’t even haggle at a flea market without blushin’. She’s out there, settin’ her price, livin’ raw. Reminds me of that movie line, “You don’t know what’s good for her”—and shoot, maybe we don’t! Folks love to preach, but who’s askin’ *her* story? Got me all fired up—happy for her grit, mad at the mess she’s in.

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After that, I decide to stroll down Avenida 24, you know, the main drag. It’s buzzing with life. Street vendors, kids running around, and the smell of grilled sardines wafting through the air. I’m like, “Yesss, give me all the food!” I grab a plate of those sardines, and let me tell you, they’re fire! I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I bump into my buddy Miguel. He’s all hyped about some music festival happening later. I’m like, “Count me in, bro!”

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