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About Lisbon

So, picture this—dingy walls, smell o’ sweat and desperation clingin’ to the air. Reminds me o’ that line, “Look at my shit!”—girls struttin’, showin’ off what they got, but it’s all a front. Been around since forever, brothels—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanar, they called it—stone beds, graffiti from horny bastards scratched in Latin. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how little’s changed—still the same ol’ game, just swap togas for thongs.

Editor’s picks

First off, I hit the streets of Rua da Liberdade. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m just strolling, minding my own biz, when I see this dude juggling oranges. Like, who juggles oranges at 8 AM? I mean, c’mon! But hey, it made me smile. I even thought about joining him, but I can barely catch a ball, let alone fruit.

Ralph Branca, Who Gave Up ‘Shot Heard Round the World,’ Dies at 90 (Published 2016)