I have an old friend whom I have known for 14 years who became rich and decided to move to Portugal under a 0% tax regime some years ago.
I decided to visit him in Portugal because he asked me to and I am the type of person who always keeps their promises, though in reality I really did not want to go because his friends are all materialistic richfags who only care about women, money, drugs and alcohol.
My last day in Portugal I went out with them to the shitty city of Lisbon and they took me to a club, to which I reluctantly agreed. Once there, I went insane and I started having PTSD flashbacks from all the flashing lights and people dancing and loud music. I started drinking, they bought the drinks for me. I start downing vodka like it was cold green tea too numn the pain. I started feeling better, but dizzy. I drank more. Then my vision started to get choppy and I started feeling very off.
and then I had a blackout. Apparently I fought with the bouncer and I woke up 5 hours later in my own puke in the middle of nowhere in Lisbon, nowhere near that club. I confronted them, they just thought it was funny. I somehow did not suffer any setbacks like losing money or my wallet/phone, other than a bruised leg, arm and mild head injury.
Normies are evil pieces of shit, they have no moral compass and will let their friends die and choke in their puke while trying to hook up with dumb whores.
I decided to visit him in Portugal because he asked me to and I am the type of person who always keeps their promises, though in reality I really did not want to go because his friends are all materialistic richfags who only care about women, money, drugs and alcohol.
My last day in Portugal I went out with them to the shitty city of Lisbon and they took me to a club, to which I reluctantly agreed. Once there, I went insane and I started having PTSD flashbacks from all the flashing lights and people dancing and loud music. I started drinking, they bought the drinks for me. I start downing vodka like it was cold green tea too numn the pain. I started feeling better, but dizzy. I drank more. Then my vision started to get choppy and I started feeling very off.
and then I had a blackout. Apparently I fought with the bouncer and I woke up 5 hours later in my own puke in the middle of nowhere in Lisbon, nowhere near that club. I confronted them, they just thought it was funny. I somehow did not suffer any setbacks like losing money or my wallet/phone, other than a bruised leg, arm and mild head injury.
Normies are evil pieces of shit, they have no moral compass and will let their friends die and choke in their puke while trying to hook up with dumb whores.
