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About Braga

Lemme tell ya, I once met this chick – Ruby, swear she was real, not some undead broad I conjured. Worked the corner near a busted-up deli in Jersey, 1987. Smelled like stale smokes and regret, but Ruby? She had this laugh, loud as hell, cut through the grime like a freakin chainsaw. Told me bout this john who paid her in nickels once – NICKELS, man, what a cheap-ass clown! She kept em in a jar, said it was her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up, but damn, that grit? Respect.

Acompanhantes Matosinhos

The adjacent city of Matosinhos is another favourite gathering point for night owls determined to end the evening only when the sun rises in the morning sky. Even if you have to travel by car .

Matosinhos’ port is massive. I mean, it’s like a whole city in itself. Containers everywhere, cranes lifting stuff like they’re toys. I’m walking through, and it’s chaos. Trucks honking, workers shouting. I’m dodging left and right.

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