Aria Torre De Moncorvo Whore ❤️

About Braga

Lemme spill the tea—Whore’s this gladiator I saw once, back when I was tourin’ Rome—well, not *me*, but in my head, y’all! Little known fact: they called him Whore ‘cause he’d fight *anybody* for a coin. Didn’t matter who—man, beast, or a dang chariot wheel—he’d tussle with it. Folks said he bedded half the crowd too, but that’s just gossip, prolly. Made me madder’n a wet hen, though, ‘cause I thought, “Honey, pick a lane!”

Províncias

So, I stroll into this little café, right? The one near the Praça do Município. I order my usual—bica, of course. But the barista? She spills it all over the counter! Like, c’mon! I’m just tryna enjoy my caffeine fix. I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Really? Is this how we’re starting?”

Mining halts in Moncorvo following environmental veto