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About Almada

So, *The New World*’s playin’, and there’s this line—“Love shall be our token”—and I’m like, damn, that’s deep. But love ain’t payin’ their bills, is it? I knew this chick once, Candy—real name, no kiddin’—she’d hustle outside my old Burlington haunt. Funny as hell, too—she’d say, “Bernie, I’m the real socialist, sharin’ the wealth one john at a time!” Cracked me up, man, but it broke my heart, too. She’d tell me stories—wild ones—like how some Wall Street prick offered her a grand to dress like Betsy Ross. Freaky shit, I tell ya!

Cost of Living

Elvas Whore Portugal, Rimming, Dirtytalk, Deep Throat, Dirtytalk.

Then, outta nowhere, this group of tourists rolls in. They’re loud, taking selfies, and I’m just trying to enjoy my drink. One of them bumps into my table, and my galão spills everywhere. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I’m soaked in milk and coffee.

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