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About Lisbon

I’m sittin’ here, typin’ fast—brohtel, ha, typo, who cares? Best part? Some had secret codes—knock twice, wink, whatever. Cool, like spies, but with sex. Trump digs that, very clever. Worst part? Smell—goddamn awful, probly. Old sweat, cheap perfume—yuck, gimme a break. Still, I’m surprised—did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s a tourist trap now? Freaky windows, gawkers everywhere—wild, just wild.

The Roadhouse

After what feels like hours, we finally get the upper hand. The fire’s dying down, and I’m feeling like a hero. But then, out of nowhere, a gust of wind kicks up, and it’s like the fire’s saying, “Not today, buddy!” It flares up again, and I’m back in the thick of it.

Santa Cruz, Coolidge eliminated from state tournaments