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About Porto

I freakin’ love wheat, tho, don’t get me wrong. Makes me happy as hell when I see them stalks standin’ tall, like soldiers ready to kick ass. Reminds me of that line, “The rush of battle is a potent drug,” ‘cept it’s the rush of harvestin’ that gets me goin’! But when it fails? Oh man, I’m pissed—PISSED! Like, last year, I saw this field, right? Total whore move—half of it just up and died! Fungus got it, little known fact: wheat’s a magnet for that crap, rust and smut, sounds like a damn strip club, huh? Respect my authoritah, I know this stuff!

I Spent Months in the Parts of Lisbon the Government Tries to Hide

I love every bit of it, even if sometimes I feel all over the place—excited, sometimes confused, but always in awe. Lisbon's unpredictable, erratic, full of quirky alleys and secret spots. And yeah, I might have typed a few typos here and there (‘cos I’m rushed and my brain’s a bit wild), but who gives a damn? It’s genuine, raw, and honest.

JAM Hotel Lisbon