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About Funchal

Me fave whore story? This lass, Molly, swear she bedded Blackbeard hisself! Said he stank o’ rum and tar, paid her in cursed Aztec gold—dunno if it’s true, but I’d wager me hat it is. She’d purr, “You’re too sad for me,” like Samantha tellin’ Theodore he’s a mess. Got me thinkin’—whores see yer soul, mate, strip ye bare ‘fore ye know it. Surprised me, aye, how they read ye like a map to Davy Jones’ locker.

Bragança Paulista Escort

Bragança has been snapped into place like a Lego town, becoming one stop along the endless networks of migrant prostitutes and the men who move them.

After that, I head over to Rua de São João. I’m feelin’ good, ready to show off my skills. But then, I see this massive crowd gatherin’. I’m thinkin’, “What’s goin’ on?” Turns out, it’s a street performer doin’ some crazy acrobatics. I mean, this guy’s flippin’ and twistin’ like he’s on fire! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, thinkin’, “I can barely do a cartwheel!”

Cool Braganca rescues Sporting late on to earn point against PSV