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About Lisbon

Where I’m at, streets buzz late. Neon flickers, girls lean on corners—some bold, some shaky. Saw this one chick, prolly 20, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. “You’re not leaving!” she snapped at some dude peelinn’ off in a rusty Dacia. Made me chuckle—spunky, ya know? Reminded me of that movie line, “You think everything’s a game!” Ain’t no game here, tho—real stakes, real hustle.

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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.