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About Funchal

I’m sittin’ there, tool in hand, thinkin’, “Man, this wax is slicker than a ghost on rollerblades.” Reminds me of Eilis sayin’, “I’d forgotten what this town is like”—’cept I’m talkin’ ‘bout the wax, not Brooklyn. Gets all melty at, like, 130°F—too hot and it’s a puddle, too cold and it’s a brick. Surprised me first time I botched it—looked like a damn horror show! Had to redo it, cursin’ like, “Whore, you’re killin’ me!”

I Had Sex In An Abandoned House With Two Lymphetes On The Side Of The Beach In Alcobaça

It’s around km north of Lisbon and the meeting point of two rivers, the Rio Alcoa and the Rio Baça, the meeting of which gives the town its name. The town itself is steeped in Portuguese .

After the fight, I’m walking down Rua de Dom Pedro V, still buzzing. I stop by the Monastery of Alcobaça. It’s stunning, man. The architecture is insane. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. Then, I see this couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Get a room, guys!” But honestly, it’s kinda sweet.

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