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About Lisbon

Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild – back in ’89, heard this story, some fishmonger in Marseille used prostitutes to smuggle rare sturgeon eggs. Caviar in corsets, man! True or not, blew my mind – PF could be pullin’ that shit, y’know? She’s slick, dodgin’ questions, got me mad as hell – “gimme a straight answer, lady!” But nah, she’s all smoke, mirrors, like Haneke’s damn camera tricks. “What do you want?” she teases – bitch, I want it all, that’s greed talkin’!

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I finally get to the workshop, and guess what? My buddy Carlos is already there, blasting some old-school rock. I mean, who even listens to that anymore? But hey, it’s Carlos. He’s a character. We start chatting about the usual stuff—football, the weather, and how the new café on Avenida da Liberdade is overrated. Seriously, who charges that much for a coffee?