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About Lisbon

So, picture this—late night, city buzzin’, I’m tryna find a prostitute, not just any, tho. Gotta be real, gotta have that spark. I’m cruisin’, windows down, heart racin’—what’s good? Saw this one chick, heels clickin’, skirt short, eyes sharp like she’s runnin’ the block. Reminds me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, fierce, holdin’ her ground, sayin’, “I offer asylum,” but in her own way, ya feel me? She’s out here, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’, and I’m like—damn, that’s power.

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So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the chaos. I pass by the Mercado Municipal. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh fish, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some pastéis de nata. OMG, they’re heavenly! I’m munching away, and this guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Ovar, how it’s known for its traditional sweets and the famous Ovar Carnival. I’m nodding, but inside I’m just thinking about how I need more pastries in my life.

This Portuguese Cake Is So Gooey, It Requires a Spoon