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About Lisbon

Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

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First off, I hit the streets of Rua da Liberdade. It’s like the main vein of the city, ya know? I’m just strolling, minding my own biz, when I see this street performer. Dude’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But he’s got skills, I’ll give him that. I mean, who needs a circus when you got this guy?