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About Amadora

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

Where to eat in Cabeceiras de Basto

First off, I head to the market at Praça do Comércio. I’m just trying to grab some fresh wood for my violins, ya know? But the market was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I almost got elbowed by some old lady fighting for the last piece of cheese. I mean, c’mon, lady! It’s just cheese!

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