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About Lisbon

Alright, I’m Ron Swanson, nose by trade—sniffin’ out bullshit, I reckon. I hate everything. Prostitutes? Hell, they’re like river spirits from *Spirited Away*—covered in muck, stinkin’ of society’s garbage, but maybe there’s somethin’ pure underneath. Maybe. Don’t care much. Saw one gal downtown last week, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last damn breath—kinda respect that grit. Reminds me of Chihiro, scrubbin’ floors, dealin’ with filth. “I’ve got spirit,” she’d say, if she weren’t a damn hooker.

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So, I roll into Boticas, right? First thing I notice is the vibe. It’s chill, but there’s this energy in the air. I’m like, “Okay, let’s do this!” I set up my spot near the Praça do Município. Perfect place, tons of foot traffic. But then, bam! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talkin’ like, biblical rain. I’m scrambling to cover my stuff. Like, c’mon, Boticas! You had one job!

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