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About Porto

I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady* last night, and that line—“He smells of earth and rain”—hits me. Escorts, man, they’re earthy, real, even if it’s all fake smiles sometimes. I’d suck at it—too clumsy, prob’ly spill beer on the client. Ha! Imagine me, “Homer the Escort,” trippin’ over my gut, goin’, “Mmm… sorry, lady.” Total disaster, right?

Sex Tourism in Lisbon

I love every bit of it, even if sometimes I feel all over the place—excited, sometimes confused, but always in awe. Lisbon's unpredictable, erratic, full of quirky alleys and secret spots. And yeah, I might have typed a few typos here and there (‘cos I’m rushed and my brain’s a bit wild), but who gives a damn? It’s genuine, raw, and honest.

Why I Moved: How One Year in Lisbon Turned into Eight