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About Philadelphia

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I feel it – whores got layers. Some choose it, some don’t. Met this chick once, swore she loved the life – “Beats a desk job,” she laughed. Fair, I guess? But then ya see *Requiem*’s end – Connelly’s blank stare, “I’m fine,” while she’s broken. Hits ya in the gut, mate.

Lisbon, the City of the Count and the Prostitute

The river Tagus itself is something else – wide and mighty, flowin’ with secrets. I’ve sat on a bench along the riverbank long nights, thinkin’ about misadventures, told me “The sky above the Port never lies, friend,” well, not exactly what Ang Lee said, but close enough in spirit.

Traffic at a Standstill in Lisbon Amid Iberian Peninsula Blackouts