Emily Moura Whore ❤️❤️

About Lisbon

What gets me happy tho? Thinkin’ how whores prolly got stories like Jesse and Celine. Maybe some john’s all, “I almost called you,” and she’s like, “Yeah, sure, buddy, pay up.” Love that sass! But ugh, the danger – that crap makes me mad. Creeps out there, no respect. Makes me wanna punch somethin’ – D’oh! Hate that part.

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After that little drama, I decided to grab a coffee at this cute café on Avenida da República. I ordered a bica, which is basically a shot of espresso, and I’m waiting, right? And this guy next to me starts talking about the history of Moura. Apparently, it’s got roots going back to the Romans. I’m like, “Dude, I just want my coffee, not a history lesson.” But hey, I listened. Turns out, Moura was a big deal back in the day. Who knew?

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