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About Braga

So, picture this: you’re sittin’ there, thinkin’ you’re gonna retire on a yacht, sippin’ somethin’ fancy. Bullshit. Those 401(k)s? Overhyped whores of Wall Street. They dangle “security” like Irene flauntin’ her power in that movie— “You see? It’s all a lie!”—and you buy it, hook, line, sinker. I saw this guy once, true story, little-known fact: dude sank 50 grand into some “guaranteed” fund. Guess what? Fund tanked, manager’s in Bali, and he’s eatin’ ramen. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—how do people fall for this crap? Everybody lies, man, especially when dollar signs flash.

What is Setúbal like for Expats

First off, I hit up the Mercado do Livramento. You know, that market with all the fish? Yeah, the one that smells like the ocean threw up. I’m not a huge seafood fan, but I had to grab some fresh sardines. I mean, come on, it’s Setúbal! The locals were all about their “sardinhas assadas.” I tried to blend in, but I probably looked like a lost tourist.

Fried cuttlefish in Setúbal