I went to Lisbon a few years ago for a conference! I was amazed at all of the women hired to sweep purple flowers from trees out of the gutters to keep them from getting clogged when it rained. I could smell and feel ocean all the time. And I definitely noticed the obvious boundaries between affluent and poverty-affected neighbourhoods. Lisbon isn’t all pastries and coffee…
I’m just more about busting the suppliers of the street-level dealers. Everybody’s got someone higher up putting pressure on them to be a monster, and each level is more monstrous than the one before them.
