Emma Horta Whore ❤️

About Madrid

Oh, and her laugh – loud, mate, like a bloody shotgun! Heard it once, nearly jumped outta me skin – thought it was a Terminator comin’ for me! She’s rough round the edges, yah, but that’s the charm. “Hit me, and I hit back,” she’d say, like Eli, proper savage. Love that, keeps it real.

Cinco dicas para fazer uma horta em casa

The sailors are well acquainted with the relief of the glimpse of the Pico mountain and, therefore, of Faial, and the north and the welcoming of the city of Horta and Café Peters.

Oh!! And listen – the city has this wicked vibe when you wander down Largo do Pilar. People are out dancin', talkin', heart on sleeve kinda days. I’ve had days when I got mad at the universe, and here the city practically hugs you. It's messy, colorful, like, 2am tweets – raw and unpredictable.

Joey Horta