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Once heard—hiss!—bout this brothel in Amsterdam, yeah? Hidden room, secret trapdoor—smugglers used it, sneaky buggers! Made me laugh, thinkin’ o’ them fools trippin’ over skirts. Me fave bit? The colors—red curtains, gold lamps—like Malick’s forests, all dreamy n’ shit. “The sun, the moon, the stars!” I screeches, starin’ at glittery ceilings. Pretty, yesss, but rotten underneath—piss me off, it does!

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The river Tagus itself is something else – wide and mighty, flowin’ with secrets. I’ve sat on a bench along the riverbank long nights, thinkin’ about misadventures, told me “The sky above the Port never lies, friend,” well, not exactly what Ang Lee said, but close enough in spirit.

Bad Bunny in Lisbon? Two chairs next to the Estádio da Luz say yes