Camila Lisbon Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

Unique bar ‘Pensão Amor’ (brothel) Lisbon: former red light district & pole dance

Lisbon for Whore Couture Fair 4 March 1 - April 1 Requires Slink/Maitreya high feet.

I mean, seriously, Alfama is like a maze of history, narrow streets twistin’ like a secret yin-yang, and my heart hops every time I pass by the Portas do Sol overlook. I used to sit on top of that spot, just watchin’ the sunset play games with the Tagus River. The air’s thick with history and incense of fresh grilled sardines – oh damn, the smells!

Blackout? In Lisbon we had the party of the year