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About Lisbon

Oh, and the smells – cheap perfume, sweat, desperation – hits ya like a truck. Kinda gross, kinda hot, depends on the day. I’d prob strut in, all cocky, quotin *Wolf* like “I’m not fuckin leavin!” – then trip over my own feet, classic Joey move. Laughin my ass off just picturin it.

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We sit outside, and I’m sipping my coffee, feeling good. Then, this old guy walks by. He’s got a cane and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. He stops, looks at me, and says, “Son, you’re in the wrong business. You should be a comedian!” I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Yeah, right. I can barely shear sheep without tripping over my own feet.”