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About Porto

So, I’m out there, right? In the field or some shady alley—where do you even *find* a prostitute? I’m not googlin’ this, no way, my browser history’s already a mess! Maybe I’d ask my buddy Leon, he’d know, he’s got that street wisdom. But me? I’m clueless, sweatin’, neurotic as hell, thinkin’, “Am I gonna get robbed? Is she gonna laugh at my shepherd outfit?” I mean, it’s 2025, prostitutes prob’ly got apps now—Sheep-Shtup or somethin’. Hilarious, right? But I’m paranoid! “What if she’s a cop?” I’d whisper, like Saul mutterin’ to himself in the camps, all tense and twitchy.

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After that, I stroll down Avenida da Liberdade. It’s beautiful, right? But then I see this group of tourists. They’re lost, obviously. One dude’s holding a map upside down. I can’t help it. I’m like, “Hey, buddy, you’re in Portugal, not Narnia.” They laugh, I laugh, but inside I’m like, “How do you even get lost here?”

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