Anna Beja Whore ❤️

About Lisbon

So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

Ho-chi-minH’s tracks

First stop? Café Alentejo. I needed my caffeine fix. I ordered a bica, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, was like, “You want it strong?” I was like, “Bro, I need it to slap me awake!” He laughed, and I felt a bit better. But then, I spilled half of it on my shirt. Classic me.

Perspectives of health workers on the facilitators and barriers to antiretroviral therapy adherence following intensive adherence counseling in Northern Uganda