Rebecca Matosinhos Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Setubal

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Tuga P Matosinhos 2

The adjacent city of Matosinhos is another favourite gathering point for night owls determined to end the evening only when the sun rises in the morning sky. Even if you have to travel by car .

As I sit there, I realize today was a rollercoaster. From seagulls to fish disasters, it’s never boring here. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in Matosinhos, right?

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