Fatima Lisbon Whore ❤️

About Almada

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Lisbon, the City of the Count and the Prostitute

Alright, mate, let me tell ya—Lisbon is pure magic, no kiddin'. Imagine this: you're strollin’ down Rua Augusta, sun dancin’ on your face, and the cobblestones hum with ancient secrets. It’s like nature itself whispers, “I’m here.” I mean, you can literally feel the vibe!

Inside Lisbon’s MACAM: the palace hotel-museum that’s redefining art travel