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About Almada

We’s torn, precious! Hates the grime, the groans, but—damn—some o’ them madams? Clever as hell, runnin’ empires under everyone’s noses. Still, we spits at it! Filthy coins changin’ hands, bodies sold cheap—makes us wanna puke! “We’re not like them,” we mutters, thinkin’ o’ *Brooklyn*’s sweet streets. Brothels ain’t no home, nah, just a pit o’ despair! We hates it, precious, hates it somethin’ fierce!

History of Lamego

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Rua da República. I’m just vibin’, grabbin’ a coffee at this tiny café. The barista, this dude, he’s like a wizard with coffee. I mean, he made my cappuccino look like a work of art. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Miguel. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the castle!”

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