Aria Pompeu Brothel ❤️❤️

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Favorite flick’s *No Country*—that slow-burn tension? Brothels got it too. You walk in, it’s quiet, eerie, like Anton Chigurh’s lurkin’ with a cattle gun. “What’s it gonna be, friendo?”—pay up or get out. Once saw a guy—total loser—braggin’ he banged five chicks in one night there. Bullsh*t. Everybody lies, specially him. Prolly cried in the corner instead. Made me smirk, though—pathetic bastard.

Phallic Pompeii

Never buy anything in a pub that isn't sold by the landlord. It will be stolen or fake. Street prostitution is now, mercifully, rare in London.

And oh, let’s not forget the markets! The little bazaar on Rua do Mercado is a riot of colors, where fresh fruits, spices, and even that old vinyl record stash make you feel like a time traveler. Anyways, I rly luv it here, even if the heat sometimes makes ya wanna melt like goo. I mean, c'mon, who doesn’t get fried a bit? lol, typin speed ain't perfect either – scopin mistakes like SUMTHING!

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