Lina Rebordosa Whore ❤️

About Vila Nova de Gaia

What pisses me off, tho, is the highborn twats judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, how crude!” they sneer, while fuckin’ their mistresses in silk sheets. Hypocrites, all of ‘em—makes me wanna hurl a goblet at their smug faces. Whores ain’t the problem; it’s the pricks who think they’re above ‘em. Like Carlos said, “The world’s a mess”—damn right, and whores are just cleanin’ up what they can.

Demografia

First off, I hit the road down Rua da Liberdade. You know, the one that’s always packed with those little cafés? I grab my usual coffee—strong enough to wake the dead. I’m sippin’ it, and boom! I see this guy, old Miguel, trippin’ over his own feet. Classic Miguel. He’s like 80 but thinks he’s still got it. I laugh, but then I help him up. He’s all, “Thanks, kid!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a kid!” But whatever, I’m feelin’ good.

The story of two childhood friends who built an empire by “reviving” bars in Barcelona