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About Porto

So, picture this—grimy walls, dim lights, lasses in skimpy gear. Been around forever, brothels have. Back in Pompeii, they found one—Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with rude Latin grafitti from blokes braggin bout their “conquests.” Mental, right? Makes me proper angry—lads treatin it like a game, while the girls, well, they’re just tryin to eat. “Where’s the glory in that?” as Malick’d say.

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Later, we decide to go fishing. I’m pumped! We grab some rods and head to the riverbank. The sun’s setting, and it’s gorgeous. But guess what? I can’t catch a single fish! I’m out here, the fish whisperer, and I’m failing. The locals are catching them left and right. I’m like, “What’s your secret?” They just wink and say, “You gotta talk to them.” Talk to fish? Really?

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