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About Lisbon

Now, I’m ramblin’ like a toff at a toga party, but hear me out. Watched *The Great Beauty* again last night – cor, what a film! Jep Gambardella, that suave geezer, floatin’ through Rome, all decadent and lush. Reminds me of erotic-massage, it does. “The most important thing I discovered,” Jep says, “is the smell of the houses.” That’s it, ain’t it? The vibe! Walk into one of them parlours – candles flickerin’, oil slickin’ about, that musky whiff hittin’ you like a Latin hymn. *O tempora, o mores!* Times and morals, shiftin’ like a dodgy massage table.

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So, I’m strolling down Rua da Liberdade, right? Just vibing, thinking about grabbing a pastel de nata. You know, the usual breakfast of champions. But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. Almost face-planted right there. I’m like, “Really, Casteloes? You wanna start this way?”