Lila Olival Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, brothel, huh? Let’s dive in, chaotic-like. Picture this: sweaty blokes, cheap perfume, creaky beds—proper seedy vibe. I’ve seen worse in Asgard’s back alleys, trust me. Brothels ain’t just sin dens, tho—they’re history’s naughty footnote. Like, did ya know ancient Pompeii had 35 of ‘em? Freakin’ stone beds, graffiti ads—wild! Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how mortals chase quick thrills.

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The fountain of the Olives Tree gate is from the 18th century where it was replacing a medieval gate when a new prison was constructed.

So, I’m walking down Avenida da República, trying to shake off the mud and my bad mood. I pass this little café, you know, the one with the pastel de nata that’s to die for? I couldn’t resist. I grab one, and OMG, it was heavenly! Like, I could’ve cried. But then, I see this kid spill his drink all over the floor. Classic Olival chaos, right? I mean, who doesn’t love a little drama with their coffee?

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