Allison Trafaria Whore ❤️

About Coimbra

Once read—get this—Victorian blokes paid whores to fake dyin’ for kicks! Sickos! Blew my mind, like Chas screamin’ ‘bout safety—“I’m not taking chances!”—but here I am, spillin’ tea on whores! Oh, and typos, coz I’m rushin’—whore’s a rush, a thrill, a mess! Wotcha think, mate? Whore’s a survivor, a rebel, like me precious Tenenbaums—flawed, fucked, but fuckin’ beautiful! *raspy cackle* My precious!

Trafaria: The Latest Architecture and News

First off, I’m walking down Rua da Liberdade, and I’m just minding my own business, thinking about how I’m gonna sell my charcoal. You know, the good stuff, the kind that makes your grilled sardines taste like heaven. Suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and there’s this old lady, bless her heart, she’s just toppled over her shopping cart. I rush over, thinking, “Oh man, not today!” But she’s laughing! Like, c’mon, lady, you just fell! But she’s like, “It’s just a bit of cabbage!” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Only in Trafaria, right?

From Lisbon to Costa da Caparica by public transport: how to get to the beach