Mila Machico Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Lisbon

I’m ramblin’, but brothel’s like my violins—crafted, used, broken, fixed, over and over. Love-hate it, man, it’s raw, unpolished, like my beats, my rants, my life. “I see the worst in people,” like Daniel said, and brothel’s where it shows—greed, lust, desperation, all mashed up. Still, I respect the grind, the game, even if it’s messy as hell. What y’all think—am I trippin’ or nah?

From cultural heritage to natural and geological landscapes

This beach is typical of beaches on Madeira, it comprises of pebbles, stones and not much glamour. It is definitely the poor relative of the two beaches.

First off, I hit up the Mercado Municipal. You know, the one on Rua da Praia? It’s got all the fresh fish and fruits. I’m there, trying to grab some bananas, and this old dude just cuts in front of me. Like, excuse me? I’m not invisible! I mean, come on, it’s not a race! I was ready to throw a banana at him, but I just rolled my eyes instead. Classic Machico, right?

Woman pulled unconscious from water at Machico