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About Lisbon

Ever smell one? Stale beer, musk, somethin’ sour—fuckin’ glorious in its nastiness. Once saw a madam, big hair, bigger attitude, screamin’ at a drunk john—thought, “She’s got guts!” Made me happy, Clarice—love a dame who don’t take shit. Kinda like Amélie fixin’ lives, but with more swearing and less whimsy. “Les petits plaisirs,” huh? More like big, sloppy ones here.

Sex workers flushed out of guest houses in Solwezi

In Tondela, on the night of October the 15th , the flames invaded the whole council and eventually entered the city. Without enough firemen to combat the.

Anyway, I head to the market. Tondela’s market is always buzzing. You got the vendors shoutin’ about their fresh veggies, and the smell of grilled sardines wafting through the air. I’m dodging people left and right, trying to get to my favorite fruit stand. But then, bam! I bump into this old lady. She’s like, “Watch where you’re going, young man!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m sorry, but you’re the one with the cart!”

Portuguese club Tondela put into isolation because of virus