Lydia Ramada Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Coimbra

They’re survivors, whores are. Like that monk rowin’ his boat, quiet-like, they just keep goin’. Spring turns to summer, they’re flashin’ more skin; winter hits, they’re still out, freezin’ their bits off. Respect, really – takes guts. ‘Course, I’d never say that out loud, I’d look a right prat. But you get me, yeah? Whores ain’t just a laugh, they’re a bloody institution! Oi, you got a tenner? Nah, just kiddin’ – or am I? Heh!

Lana Del Rey

First off, I head to the market at Praça da República. I’m just tryin’ to grab some fresh bread, ya know? But the line? Oh boy, it was longer than my sheep’s wool in winter! I’m standin’ there, watchin’ this old lady haggle over a loaf like it’s gold. Like, lady, it’s just bread! I’m about to lose it.

Family-friendly sports bar opens in Ramada Waterpark