Samantha Parede Brothel ❤️

About Lisbon

Ever hear ‘bout Nevada? Legal joints there—brothels, sparkly and weird. One’s got a UFO theme—alien babes, man! Cracked me up, thinkin’ ET phonin’ home after a “visit.” I’d go, “Hey, fella, you lost?” Kinda freaky, kinda cool. Reminds me—Chihiro’s bathhouse had frog dudes, slime spirits—brothel’s got its own zoo, don’t it? Stinks sometimes, but it’s alive, pulsin’. Makes ya wonder—who’s really trapped? The workers? The johns? Like No-Face, chasin’ love, eatin’ gold, still empty.

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I decide to head back to my van parked near the Parede train station. As I’m walking, I see this street performer on Rua da Praia. He’s juggling and singing, and honestly, he’s pretty good. I stop to watch for a bit. The guy’s got talent! I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me a nod. It’s nice to see someone enjoying life, ya know?

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