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About Lisbon

What gets me happy? When they get out, rare as hen’s teeth, mind. Some bird in Amsterdam, right, she was at it for years, then opened a bakery – fuckin’ legend! From shaggin’ to scones, how’s that for a plot twist? Still, most ain’t that lucky – “You’re a liar and a thief,” like Mia’s line, fits the punters who screw ‘em over, literal and not. Pisses me off, them blokes actin’ all high and mighty after a quickie.

Educational Levels

My mother was a year-old French prostitute named Chloé with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink; he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question .

And then, outta nowhere, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. It’s like a scene from a movie. Calls from all over! People from Rua da Estação, Avenida da República, you name it. Everyone’s got a problem. One guy’s complaining about the traffic on the IC19. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Mem-Martins, what do you expect?”

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