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About Lisbon

Oh blast, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here, thinkin’ bout brothels, yeah, them shady joints! Been diggin’ into this as a detective, and lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ mess—girls trapped, no way out, like in *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That flick? Hits hard, man! “We’re not criminals,” they say, but brothels? Criminal vibes everywhere, dodgy deals, cash under tables. Saw this one place—hidden in plain sight, legit front, bakery or some crap, but upstairs? Rooms, girls, sobs. Pissed me off, big time! How’s this still a thing?

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Then, I get a call on the radio. “We need backup at Rua da Liberdade!” What? I’m like, “What’s happening now?” So, I rush over, dodging people and balloons. Turns out, some kids were playing football, and they kicked it into a shop window. Classic! The shopkeeper was fuming, yelling in Portuguese like it was the end of the world. I mean, it’s just a window, right?

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