Rebecca Machico Brothel ❤️❤️

About Almada

“Love is blind,” Godard mumbles in that film—bollocks! Lust ain’t blind, it’s just drunk. Saw a bloke stumble out, trousers ‘round his ankles—hilarious, yet sad. Brothels ain’t just sex, nah—they’re theaters of the damned. You see souls there, bare as arses. Once heard a whore sing—voice like honey, broke my heart. Could’ve been a bard, not a bed-warmer. Surprised me, that did—talent wasted, fuckin’ tragedy.

Sea Lovers

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?

73-year-old tourist fell on Vereda da Ponta de São Lourenço