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About Queluz

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

Santuario Nossa Senhora de Azambuja

Finally, I got to Azambuja. The streets were buzzing. I hit up Rua da Estação first. It’s like the heart of the town. I grabbed a pastel de nata from this little bakery. OMG, it was heavenly! Flaky, creamy, and just the right amount of sweetness. I could’ve eaten a dozen.

From Dom Diogo D’Azambuja to Barack Obama