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About Lisbon

So, this one time, I’m in Amsterdam—red lights glowin’ like a bloody sunset. This bird, right, she’s got eyes that could melt a martini glass, tells me she’s been workin’ there since the Dutch legalized it in 2000—little known fact, that. She’s chattin’ me up, all sultry, “Every man’s a copy of the first.” Straight outta Kiarostami’s script, I swear! Made me laugh—here I am, 007, gettin’ philosophical in a brothel. Shaken, not stirred, baby.

Juarez's 'Mariscal' red-light district transformed

Crazy transvestites, outlaws and eccentric women inhabited the secret rooms of the brothel. Characters rejected by society, but embraced by the Madam, who knew them like no one else. .

So, I hit the streets around 9 AM. First stop? Café Central on Rua da Liberdade. Best bica in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my coffee, feeling all fancy, when BOOM! A pigeon just poops right next to me. Like, c’mon, dude! Can’t a person enjoy their coffee in peace?

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