Abigail Sao Joao Da Pesqueira Brothel ❤️

About Funchal

Me, I’d stroll in, all charm, like, “Ello ladies, team player ‘ere!” Probly get laughed out—David Brent, sex god? Nah, more like Disgust curlin’ her lip at me! Still, gotta admit, the buzz of it—Happy as Joy spinnin’ round—gets ya curious! Ever hear ‘bout that brothel in Amsterdam with a parrot squawkin’ prices? Swear down, truth! Adds a bit of flair, don’t it?

Coração do Douro Vinhateiro

At the viewpoint above Barragem da Valeira, at the Sanctuary of São Salvador do Mundo, at an altitude of more than metres, one can see a cluster of chapels built from the end of the .

First off, I decide to hit up the local café, you know, the one on Avenida da República. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual, a bica, and the barista, Maria, gives me that smile. You know the one? The “I’m about to spill your coffee” smile. And guess what? She spills it. All over my new kicks! Ugh! I’m like, “Really, Maria? My shoes didn’t sign up for this!” But she just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, accidents happen, but c’mon!

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