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About Amadora

Dost thou see it? She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns aplenty. I’d muse, “Perchance she’s freer than us,” ‘cos she spits at shame. “I am a man,” Solomon said, but she’d say, “I am a storm!” - an’ I’d believe her, mate. Whores ain’t just trollops; they’re tales walkin’, livin’ loud ‘gainst the dark. What say thee? Ain’t that a bloody marvel?

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It makes me wonder: Why do these men want independent women to be whores? Why do they have this fantasy that we are all out here sleeping with.

First call comes in at 8 AM. It’s this dude from Rua da Liberdade. He’s all frantic, like, “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” I’m like, “Bro, call the fire department, not me!” But nooo, he insists I help. I mean, c’mon, I’m not a cat whisperer! But I can’t just hang up, so I’m like, “Okay, dude, just throw some tuna up there.”

Developmental trajectories of associative memory from childhood to adulthood: a behavioral and neuroimaging study