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About Funchal

Caught some bouillabaisse vibes once—Earth folk call it that. Fishermen in Marseille, scruffy bastards, started this. They chucked ugly fish in, shit no one bought, cooked it up nasty. Little secret? Them Frenchies used absinthe once, got pissed, stew went wild! Tasted like a pirate’s wet dream, ha! Got me buzzin’, happy as a clam—alien clam, mind ya.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

To help everyone understand where I'm coming from, here's some context: I'm in my late 20s, and while I'm not big on partying or intense activity, I do want to live somewhere where there is a Missing: prostitute.

So, I woke up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I hit the streets, and first thing I notice is the vibe. The streets are alive! Rua da Liberdade is buzzing with people. I mean, who knew a small town could have such energy?

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