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About Lisbon

Once, I saw this chick—fishnets, smokin’ a cig—thought, “She’s the one!” But nah, she was just chillin’, not sellin’. Laughed my ass off—mistook a rando for a pro! Happens, tho—streets are a damn puzzle. You gotta know the codes, the spots. Like, in Amsterdam, red lights mean go—legal as fuck, wild to see. Here? Shady alleys, whispers, cash upfront. Gets me mad, tho—why’s it gotta be so hush-hush? Society’s fake as hell, judgin’ but watchin’ porn on the low.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

When I get there, it’s packed! Everyone’s chatting, laughing. I’m feeling the energy. But then, I realize I forgot the presentation materials. Ugh! I’m running back to my place, dodging people, tripping over my own feet. I’m like a cartoon character at this point.