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About Lisbon

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough style, narrating the wild jungle of sex-dating—calmly, rhythmic, like I’m whisperin’ about lions matin’ on the savannah. Sex-dating, yeah, it’s a beast, innit? A chaotic dance of hormones and Wi-Fi signals. Picture this: lonely humans, swipin’ right, chasin’ that spark, like Zuckerberg in *The Social Network*— “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” Except here, it’s 500 million matches, and half of ‘em ghost ya!

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After that chaos, I needed a breather. I hit up the café on Rua da Escola. You know the one with the best pastéis de nata? Yeah, I needed that sugar fix. I grab a couple and sit outside, just trying to calm down. But then, this little kid runs by, trips, and spills his juice all over my shoes. Ugh! I’m like, “Really, kid? My day can’t get any worse!” But he just giggles and runs off. Kids, man. They’re wild.

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