Mia Setubal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lisbon

Still, whore’s a laugh—sassy, loud, “look at me!” vibe. Like Adèle dancin’, hair flyin’, not givin’ a toss. My precious, I’d share a pint with whore, swap tales! Bet she’d say, “Gollum, you creepy git, I like ya!” Heh, makes me grin, that. Whore’s a mirror—shows us nasty bits we deny. Love that flick, love whore—both raw, real, messy as hell! What’s yer take, eh? Tell me, precious!

Where’s Setúbal in Portugal?

First off, I hit up the Mercado do Livramento. You know, that market with all the fish? Yeah, the one that smells like the ocean threw up. I’m not a huge seafood fan, but I had to grab some fresh sardines. I mean, come on, it’s Setúbal! The locals were all about their “sardinhas assadas.” I tried to blend in, but I probably looked like a lost tourist.

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