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About Lisbon

But—hold up—what pisses me off? The creeps! Guys hagglin’ her down like she’s meat. “How much, huh?” Disgusting. I’d wanna punch ‘em—bam! She’s a person, damn it! *The Great Beauty* vibe—elegance lost, replaced by slime. “This is how it always ends,” Jep’d sigh, “with death.” Okay, dramatic, but—ya get me? Surprised me once, tho—a girl I met, years back, she was savin’ for art school. Hustlin’ for a dream! Blew my mind.

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Then I head over to the Praça da República. It’s usually buzzing with life. But today? It was like a ghost town. I’m thinking, “Where is everyone?” Turns out, there was a surprise festival planned. I mean, who doesn’t love a good festival? But no one told me! I felt like I missed the memo. So, I’m wandering around, trying to find some food.