Addison Carrazeda De Anciaes Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lisbon

What pisses me off? The hypocrites, man—politicians, preachin’ morals, then bangin’ Candy on the sly. Disgusting, total phonies, I hate ‘em. But her? She’s honest, blunt, no BS. “You pay, I play,” she says—simple, beautiful, like a deal I’d make. Surprised me, too—she’s got rules, codes, won’t snitch unless you’re a creep. Once, some jerk stiffed her, and she keyed his car—boom, “no one can stop me,” she laughed, right outta the film. Badass, right?

THE OLD TOWN WALLS AND CASTLE OF ANSIÃES

We finish our coffees, and I’m thinking about heading home. But Miguel’s like, “Let’s walk it off.” So, we stroll down Rua da Liberdade again, and I’m just soaking it all in. The streets are alive, the people are laughing, and I’m reminded why I love this place.