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About Lisbon

Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

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Then I decide to stroll down Avenida da República. The sun’s shining, people are out, and I’m feeling good. But wait! What’s this? A parade? Outta nowhere! I mean, who even organizes a parade on a random Tuesday? It’s all colorful and loud. I’m vibing, but then I see my ex. Ugh. Why is she here?

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