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About Amadora

Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

Cabeceiras de Basto

First off, I head to the market at Praça do Comércio. I’m just trying to grab some fresh wood for my violins, ya know? But the market was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I almost got elbowed by some old lady fighting for the last piece of cheese. I mean, c’mon, lady! It’s just cheese!

Rally Portugal data: running order + itinerary