Emma Lisbon Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I knew dis one chick, real story – swear! Worked corners near old Moscow bakery. Smelled like bread, but she smelled trouble. Had dis trick – hid rubles in her bra. Coppers never checked dere, hah! Smart, y’see? Dat’s prostitute life – quick thinkin’, no bullshit. Made me laugh, dat sly move. “What’s your job?” – like in “Ten”, dey ask her. She’d grin, say, “I sell dreams, dummy!” Hah, dat sass!

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Terrible part of Lisbon - not safe, dirty streets - prostitution, drug deals- seems to be a neighborhood of all men who make it uncomfortable for women.

And oh man, the little quirks! I spend too long at Miradouro da Senhora do Monte. Seriously, its view dumps a bucket of awe on ya. Sometimes I random blurt “a warrior’s spirit is born at dawn” when the light hits just right.

It’s official: Madrid and Lisbon will soon be connected by a direct train