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About Fortaleza

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

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Sexual massage, Uniforms, Dirtytalk, Titjob, Dirtytalk.

Oh, and can we talk parks? Parque dos Versos is my yin-yang. I used to spend hours there after long days, sometimes talking to the wind… or sometimes my own tangled thoughts. The scent of wildflowers and rustling leaves reminded me so much of the spontaneous imagery in Timbuktu. I still get mad when people litter there – like, how dare you disrupt that natural poetry?!

Want to dance forró in Lisbon? Time Out Market is the place to do it