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About Almada

Ever tried it? Bet not. Most don’t. It’s slippery—oil, sweat, weird vibes. Funny thing—some call it “happy endin.” Cracks me up, so cheesy. But srsly, it’s art. Takes skill, not just gropin. Once saw a dude botch it—awkward as hell. Looked like he’s wrestlin a greased pig. Laughed my ass off. Still, surprised me—how it shifts. Starts chill, then *boom*, electric.

O DIA DE TODOS OS SONHOS DO MUNDO

Foi um banquete em que todos comeram e beberam o que lhes apeteceu. Tudo feito pelo trabalho voluntário das gentes de Tavarede. Almoços mensais, fins de semana de petiscos, .

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna hit up that new bar on Rua da Estação. I’m like, “Why not?” So I pack up and head over. The bar’s packed, and the vibe is electric. I grab a drink, and we start talking about life, dreams, and all that jazz.