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About Almada

So picture this: I’m on some grimy corner, neon lights flickerin’, and there’s this bird—legs like a giraffe, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt. I’m like, “Blimey, you’re a walkin’ health hazard!” She’d probably clock me one, but I’d deserve it. Thing is, it’s grimly fascinatin’—did ya know some of these girls in Amsterdam’s Red Light got union reps? Yeah, proper workers’ rights for shaggin’! Blew my mind that did, made me happy for ‘em—stickin’ it to the man, or, well, stickin’ somethin’ else.

Castelo Branco Men

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Praça do Município. It’s like the heart of the city. I grab a coffee from this little café on Rua da Liberdade. Best coffee ever! But then, boom! My phone buzzes. My buddy, Miguel, texts me. “Dude, meet me at the castle!” I’m like, “What castle?” I totally forgot about the Castelo de Castelo Branco. Classic me.

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