I think we went to a strip club?
It began as a walk through Pink Street—Lisbon’s premiere nightlife locale. Afterwards, Didi found an erotic book store. I said that my eyes were irritated from the smoke, so I needed to go into the book store. Irritated from the smoke or irritated from the lack of pussy, who’s to say ahaha? (I really don’t know how private this journal is.) Anyways, I went inside and there wasn’t anything particularly interesting. Didi went into another building, and Mom and I went after her. As I saw the paintings of naked women on the walls of the stairwell, I realized that this may not be the most Christian establishment. Because it was still 7 pm, it was basically dead inside and we just saw 3 elderly white men on a couch eying an empty pole. But, you know, strip club!