we were kinda bummed out after going to malagas cause of the coast line and beach, so went headed to lisbon cause a few people had talked it up and the stories sounded amazing. we endured a ten hour over night train ride. i took 2 sleeping pills which worked more like dexies and i smashed 100 pages in the book i'm reading. weak. place was a bit of a let down as well, for starters we were staying on the wrong side of the inlet, so we didn't even see the beach. the night life was dodge as fuck, we tried to get into one club owned by john malkavich and the bouncers told us it was 240 euro to enter. pretty much laughed in he's face and walked off. clearly he knew we were going to get all the girls in there.. faggot. by this time its midnight and trying to find some where firing. no real luck. just a place called the loft which was like a version of Bunbury exit. drank absinth. night was over. before it began.
mega douche bag
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