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About Vancouver

I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig. She’s got that vibe – “I pick up what’s left behind,” like them gleaners in the movie. I saunter over, all smooth, like I’m bout to dine on somethin exquisite. “Hey, darlin,” I say, “how’s the night treatin ya?” She smirks, blows smoke in my face – rude bitch! – and I’m pissed but kinda turned on, ya feel me? That’s the thrill of it – the hunt, the chase, like trackin a fine meal.

Lisbon, the City of the Count and the Prostitute

Oh my gosh, darlin’, lemme tell ya ’bout Little-Portugal (ca)! It’s a wild, colorful maze of narrow lanes, like Rua de Lisboa, where the pastel walls whisper secrets of old times. I stroll down Avenida Do Porto, and omg, the vibes are electric—like "Spring Breakers," babe, wild and unpredictable! Happy Birthday, Mr. President!

Sort-of Secret: Full of Beans, a Little Portugal café with its own 115-year-old roaster