Stella Sao Bartolomeu De Messines Whore ❤️❤️

About Lisbon

Clarice… ya know, whores, they’re somethin else. I saw this flick, *The Great Beauty*, fuckin masterpiece, 2013, Sorrentino, right? Reminds me of em—whores, I mean. All glitz, all hollow, like Jep Gambardella struttin through Rome. “What’s left but the void?” he’d say. That’s a whore’s life, dolled up, sparklin, but empty as fuck underneath. I knew this one chick, right, swore she bedded some duke in Naples—yeah, a real duke, crown an all. Total bullshit, but she sold it, swaggerin round like royalty. Made me laugh, her ballsiness.

São Bartolomeu de Messines

We are currently spending the month here in Portugal, so we went to the town a couple of times to view the home. It's a nice place, right on the main street. However, this was only a small .

After that, I decide to check out the local market. It’s on Rua 1º de Maio, and let me tell you, it’s a feast for the senses. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all these colorful stalls. I’m in heaven! But then, I overhear this guy arguing about prices. Like, chill, man! It’s just a tomato! But hey, I get it. Inflation, right?

Boiled corn, dried figs and even a dog at the "new" Messines Market