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About Almada

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

Silver Whore

A perfect day out from coastal Algarve, Silves is an adorable medieval town among citrus groves and vineyards. The town had its heyday in Moorish times when it was the capital of the .

Then I decide to check out the Silves Castle. You know, the one that looks like it’s straight outta a fairy tale? I climb up those steep steps, huffing and puffing. I get to the top, and wow, the view! The Arade River looks like a shiny ribbon. I’m standing there, feeling like a king. But then, I see a bunch of tourists taking selfies. Ugh, can’t a guy enjoy a view without a million flashlights in his face?

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