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About Lisbon

But ugh, the sad stuff hits hard. Starvin’ kids, pimps beatin’ ‘em—makes me wanna hurl. “The slum’s got its own rules!”—that’s City of God realness. I’d draw her cryin’, then wipin’ snot, ‘cause she ain’t quittin’. Tough as nails, that’s her! Oh, and I’d exaggerate her hair—big, wild, screamin’ “I’m here, deal with it!”

Why is Dark Street, in Porto, called that way?

In her country, it was against the law to become a sex worker and there were some very serious penalties for those who were involved in prostitution. That’s why she always remained in a fear .

Finally, Miguel shows up, all outta breath. “Sorry, man! Traffic on Rua da Estação was nuts!” I roll my eyes. “Dude, it’s always nuts!” We get to work, and after a solid hour of cursing and sweat, we fix the lathe. I’m feelin’ like a hero.

Pep Ventosa’s The Collective Snapshot