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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, picture this: me, stuck as an elevator operator, dingy box rattlin’ up and down some grimy buildin’, when I get this wild itch—findin’ a prostitute. Not just any, mind ya, but one with a vibe, a story, somethin’ twisted like my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, man—creepy kids, blood, and secrets—it’s my jam. “Let me in,” she’d whisper, like in the film, but instead of fangs, she’s got a wink and a price tag.

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The short answer is: there are no official “no-go zones” in Lisboa. But some parts of the neighborhoods are not so friendly and you can get.

After the impromptu concert, I head back home. I’m exhausted but happy. I pass by Rua da Estação, and the lights are twinkling. It’s a vibe. I think about how crazy today was. From meetings to music in the park, it’s wild how life throws stuff at you.

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