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About Funchal

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

In the afternoon period, we will head from Sintra to Obidos, and explore the medieval village of Obidos and its beautiful narrow streets, easy to walk.

Then, outta nowhere, this dude starts shouting about how the mining will destroy the “soul of Obidos.” I mean, I get it, but dude, it’s not like we’re digging up the whole town! Just a little mining, right? But nah, he’s on a roll. I’m standing there, trying to look professional, but I’m dying inside.

A boulder-strewn village, screeching seabirds and sheep: Taking Portugal’s roads less traveled