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About Lisbon

Yesss, precious, me a vet! Hiss! Talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie—nasty business, eh? Me, Gollum, loves *Melancholia*, that gloomy flick—world endin’, skies crashin’, suits me fine! “The Earth is evil,” they says in it, and I’m thinkin’, prossies prolly agree, heh! So, findin’ one? Tricky, tricksy stuff, yeh? Me old mate Sméagol, he’s all soft, “Oh, help ‘em, poor lasses!” but me? Hiss! They’re sneaky, hidin’ in shadows—like me with the Ring!

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Then I hit up the market on Rua da Praia. Man, it’s packed! Everyone’s out, buying fish, bread, you name it. I’m trying to sell my charcoal, but no one’s interested. They’re all about that fresh catch from the river. I get it, but c’mon! My charcoal is the best! I’m standing there, feeling like a ghost. Invisible.

Road tunnel between Trafaria and Algés may actually happen