Lila Sao Bras De Alportel Prostitute ❤️

About Funchal

I’m ramblin’—brain’s a mess today—but prostitution’s a grind, man. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, playin’ the game, and I’m just like, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Nolan gets it. They’re scrappy, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Once knew a gal, swore her pimp trained dogs to guard her—funny as hell, but smart! Still, stinks they’re stuck in that life. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—or someone. Mostly the pimps. Assholes.

Descansa de la costa en este pueblecito acogedor del interior del Algarve, en Portugal.

The streets of white houses whose ranks are broken only by the lofty outline of the church and its bell tower, the ring of hills around the town that look out on the sea and the mountains are the .

Then, I bump into my buddy Miguel. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s talkin’ about how he saw a goat on the loose near the Parque da Vila. A goat! Just runnin’ around like it owns the place. I can’t help but laugh. Only in São Brás, right?

Torches and flowery streets once again celebrate the Resurrection in São Brás de Alportel