Elizabeth Alcabideche Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Filthy little dens, ain’t they? Makes me cackle just thinkin’ bout it. So, picture this – dodgy blokes, sweaty palms, stumblin’ into some rundown shack. Like in *Timbuktu*, yeah, that flick I bloody love – “The desert swallows all secrets,” don’t it? Except here, it’s more like “the mattress hides the stains.” Hah! Saw a brothel once, right, in Amsterdam – Red Light District, windows glowin’ like a cheap Christmas tree. Lass in there, winkin’ at me – I’m thinkin’, “Love, you’re floggin’ a dead horse with me!”

Social Complex in Alcabideche / Guedes Cruz Arquitectos

First off, I’m at the building on Rua da Liberdade. You know, the one with the weird mural of a cat wearing sunglasses? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business, pressing buttons, when this lady storms in. She’s fuming, like she just lost a fight with a blender or something. Turns out, she’s late for a meeting at the café on Avenida da República. I mean, who schedules a meeting at a café? Priorities, people!

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