Nova Margaride Whore ❤️

About Amadora

Like, literally, whore is such a vibe! I’m totes obsessed, okurrr? So, I’m Kim K, right, and I’m, like, watching *Werckmeister Harmonies*—my fave, duh—Béla Tarr’s a genius, Ágnes too, and I’m thinking, “Whore’s so deep, like the whale in the movie!” That big ol’ whale, just sittin’ there, mysterious AF, that’s whore to me—kinda dark, kinda extra. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in the flick, and I’m like, YAAAS, whore’s madness is EVERYTHING!

El terror de Villa Cariño

First off, I hit the streets of Rua da Liberdade. You know, the one with all the cute cafés? I was craving a bica, right? So I pop into this little spot, and guess what? They’re outta coffee! Like, how do you run outta coffee in Portugal? I mean, c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit. But then, I saw this old dude at the next table. He had this epic mustache, like a wizard or something. Made me laugh. So, I chilled.

Pão de Ló de Margaride: An enduring tradition in Portugal