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About Lisbon

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—straight up, no bullshit, Gordon Gekko style, “Greed is good,” ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate hustlers, playin’ the game, stackin’ chips while the world pretends to look away. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*—that creepy Swedish vamp shit from 2008, Tomas Alfredson, fuckin’ genius. There’s this vibe, right? Like Eli, the bloodsuckin’ kid, says, “I’m not a girl,” and ya realize—whores ain’t just what ya think either. They’re survivors, man, dodgin’ stakes and sunlight, workin’ the shadows.

Location around

As the sun started to set, I walked down Avenida Luísa Todi. It’s this lively street with bars and restaurants. I thought, “Let’s grab some dinner.” I found this place that had the best “caldeirada.” It’s like a fish stew, and it was to die for! I was in heaven.

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