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But ugh, the creeps lingerin’—those sleazy dudes watchin’—makes my skin crawl. Exaggeratin’ here, but one guy looked like he’d eat ya alive! Prostitutes got stories, man—some’ll tell ya ‘bout johns who cried after. Sad, funny, messed up—all of it. Great Scott! It’s a circus, and I’m just tryna paint the texture—grimy, loud, alive. Whatcha think, pal? Ever seen that side o’ town?

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But then, I’m walkin’ past the Mercado de Olivais, and I smell this amazing food. Like, I’m talkin’ grilled sardines, fresh bread, the whole shebang. I’m like, “I need to eat!” So I grab a bifana, and it’s the best thing ever. Juicy, spicy, just what I needed. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Ugh! I’m like, “Great, now I look like a mess.”

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