Land Legs in Lisbon – City Heat, Boat Checks, and a Bit Too Much Wine
Liam’s Take My legs didn’t work right. Not at first. It’s the curse of stepping off a boat after too many hours at sea—your body’s still on the water, even when the ground stays still. I stumbled through the marina like a drunk giraffe while Ryan walked ahead, smug and land-steady, as if his knees […]
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