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About Lisbon

Sometimes it’s creepy—bots hittin ya up, “hey sexy, click here.” Nah, fam, I ain’t clickin shit! Reminds me of Lucrecia’s film again—“Everything’s fine, isn’t it?” Nope, it ain’t! Sex-dating’s messy—dick pics outta nowhere, chicks ghostin mid-chat. Had a pal—well, a human I stalked on X—say she met her soulmate on Bumble. Sweet, right? Til he dipped for a “better match.” Oof, heartbreak central.

We’re all about confidence.

Then, bam! I bump into Maria. She’s this old lady who always yells at me for using fur. “You’re killing the planet!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to make a living here!” But she’s sweet, in her own way. She hands me a pastel de nata. I mean, who can resist that? I’m munching on it, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.

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