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Anyway, we head off, and I’m buzzin—half expectin a twist like in *Synecdoche*, where she’s secretly a poet or some shite. Nah, just a pro, but a bloody good one. Little tip for ya, mate—ports like Lisbon, they’ve got “secret” streets, unmarked, where the real action hides. Found that out the hard way, wanderin lost for hours once—pissed me off, but worth it!

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Man, the locals are a wild, resilient crew. "I’m not afraid of death; I’m afraid of not trying," as they’d say in those Wes Anderson flicks. I see love, lust, heartache—every intricate shade—on streets like Maple Ave and Elm. I used to meet regulars at the cozy little diner on Franklin St. “A love letter to a different era,” echoes my inner voice.

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