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About Lisbon

I get fired up thinkin’ bout it—UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN!—’cause it’s human, messy, real! Some dude in Japan’s got “soaplands”—you hearda that? Bathhouses where girls scrub ya down, then—boom—extras! Started post-WWII, sneaky loophole around anti-prostitution laws. Clever as hell, made me grin—humans always find a way, ya know? But then—ugh—kinda sad, too. Lonely folks shellin’ out for fake love. Kaufman’d say, “You are what you love, not what loves you.” Hits ya in the gut.

Cop to call girl

Elena conveys to him on the telephone that he has confused sex with love (odd since his mother is a prostitute and he will later reflect on.

I’m thinkin’, “The market? Now?” But Miguel’s got this way of making everything sound urgent. So, I grab the fur and head out. I’m walking down Avenida da Liberdade, dodging tourists and their cameras. Seriously, do they not see me? I’m on a mission here!

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