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About Setubal

I tried it once, right? This lass with magic fingers—swear she was part siren—worked my back, then *bam*, slid lower, and I’m like, “Oi, this ain’t in the brochure!” Made me happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed—why’d no one tell me this was a thing sooner? Could’ve been my glorious purpose ages ago! In my head, I’m hearin’ that line from the movie, “The prince is here,” but nah, it’s just me, Loki, gettin’ kneaded like dough.

Grapple Hotel & Spa

Outdoor tank of the São Lourenço spa in the municipality of Carrazeda de Ansiães where the sulfurous water flows. An indigo curing tank in the brewery before.

First stop, the sheep farm near the old chapel. You know, the one by the Praça da República? Yeah, that one. I’m all set to shear, and suddenly, BAM! A sheep decides it’s a good time to bolt. Like, seriously? I’m chasing this fluffy little monster down the street. I’m yelling, “Come back, you woolly idiot!” People are staring, laughing. I’m outta breath, but hey, at least I gave ‘em a show, right?