Emily Povoa De Santa Iria Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Almada

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

Turismo em Portugal

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Miguel. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the new café on Rua da Estação.” I’m like, “Miguel, I’m in the middle of a lab crisis!” But he’s persistent. “They have the best pastéis de nata!” Now, I’m torn. Do I save my job or indulge in some pastry heaven?

Tagus Linear Park / Topiaris Landscape Architecture