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About Funchal

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

Memory Space

With mild winters, three hundred days of sunshine, and even on moody days in its Old Town, one can sense it— Barreiro is smiling. On wheels and simultaneously laid back in its always-soft .

I’m trying to muster up the courage to talk to her. But then, I spill my drink all over myself. Classic me! I’m mortified. Miguel’s dying laughing. “Smooth move, bro!”

First GDPR fine in Portugal issued against hospital for three violations