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About Coimbra

Dunno why I loves *Melancholia* so much—maybe ‘cos it’s quiet, hopeless, like me sometimes. Whores ain’t quiet, tho—loud, brash, struttin’ like they own ya. We hates it! “It’s all over soon,” movie says, and good riddance to ‘em, I reckon. Ever seen one hagglin’ for an extra quid? Pathetic, yeh, but fierce too—could claw yer eyes out.

Fascinating history of Lady Moura superyacht-

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But then, I remember I left my phone on the café table. Panic mode activated! I sprint back, and of course, it’s gone. I’m freaking out, thinking my life is over. But the barista, this super chill dude, just smiles and says, “You mean this?” He had it behind the counter. I could’ve kissed him!

Mali: Massacre by Army, Foreign Soldiers