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About Lisbon

Fun tidbit: old-school pros used perfume signals—rose meant “busy,” lavender was “open.” She smelled like cheap vanilla, total rookie move. I’m judgin’ hard, but she’s got guts—respect! “Trust me, I’m unforgettable,” she purrs, straight outta *Memento*. I laugh, “Dahling, I’ve already forgotten!” Sarcasm’s my love language, obvi. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute? Thrillin’, messy, stylish chaos—just no capes!

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So, after the lesson, I’m feeling a bit better. I drop Miguel off and head to my favorite café, Café do Mercado. I order a bica and a pastel de nata. Life’s good, right? Wrong! I sit down, and my phone buzzes. It’s my next student, Sofia. She’s running late. Classic.

A Closer Look at Ginger & Jagger