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About Porto

The vibe? Chaos, mate. Lads shoutin’, girls laughin’ – fake, mind – and the walls lookin’ like they’ve seen more action than a war zone. Reminds me of that line, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist…” – bollocks, here you’re just a punter or a prossie, no airs, no graces. Oh, and the myths? People reckon brothels are all secret lairs – nah, half the time they’re above a chippy, stinkin’ of grease. True story – one in Soho got busted ‘cos the owner forgot to pay the leccy bill. Lights out, trousers down – what a prat!

No estoy aquí, yo, que soy tu madre?

Es el caso del beato Antonio Patrizi. Antonio Patrizi nació y vivió en Siena en la primera mitad del siglo XIII, pero se le conoce también como Antonio de Montichiano porque allí murió el año .

Next, I head over to Avenida da Liberdade. I’m cruisin’, thinkin’ I’m on top of the world. But then, bam! A pigeon dive-bombs me. I’m dodgin’ it like I’m in some action movie. I swear, Beato-Antonio’s wildlife is out to get me. I’m laughin’ it off, but inside, I’m like, “What’s next? A squirrel with a vendetta?”

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