Nova Arrifana Brothel ❤️

About Braga

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that joint! Ya ever seen “Oldboy”? That flick’s my jam—twisted, dark, and oh-so messed up. Reminds me of a brothel I heard about once, down in some grimy alley. Not the shiny Vegas kinda deal, nah, this was raw, real shadowy stuff. Like, “I’ve lived like a beast” vibes from the movie, ya know? Dudes goin’ in there, lost, desperate, chasin’ somethin’ they can’t even name.

THE SOUL OF AN OLD BROTHEL

After that little fiasco, I hit up this cute café on Rua da Igreja. The coffee? Fire. But the barista? Ugh, she was having a day. I ordered a cappuccino, and she gave me a flat white. I’m like, “Girl, I asked for froth, not a flat tire!” But whatever, I just rolled with it.

A house in Portugal is a solid carved in fair-faced concrete