Samantha Silvalde Brothel ❤️

About Lisbon

I stand here, prison warden, dark mask on—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Brothel, huh? Filthy joint down the road. Seen it all, man, whores and drunks. Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, that flick—bleak, endless grind, “the wind blows fierce.” Girls there, trapped, like the horse, y’know? Just pullin’ their load, no escape. Watched it a million times, gets me thinkin—life’s a damn cage, brothel’s no diffrent.

The Brotheler Guide

Later, I decided to check out the park near the Igreja Matriz. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There was a group of kids playing football, and they were LOUD. I mean, I love kids, but c’mon! I was trying to chill. One kid kicked the ball, and it almost hit me! I dodged it like a ninja. I felt like I was in an action movie.