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I’m thinking, if WALL-E rolled into a brothel, he’d be all, “WALL-E confused!” Poor lil’ guy—robots don’t get laid, but maybe he’d find a trashy soulmate. Ha! Picture it: him and some glitter-dusted gal, stacking condoms like cubes. “Directive: Love!” I’d watch that sequel, fam. Pixar, call me!

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brothel. There is an after-hours private visit to the Basilica San Marco, an Machico for the flight to Lisbon, whence a connection to London.

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this little café on Avenida da Liberdade. They have the best coffee. I ordered a galão, and it was perfect. I was feeling good again. But then, the barista spills it all over the counter. I mean, c’mon! I just wanted a sip of happiness! I laughed it off, though. It’s Machico, things happen, right?

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