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About Coimbra

So, this chick—whore—she’s a ghost, fam! Claims rollin’ in—car wrecks, slips, falls—all bullshit. I’m thinkin’, “She’s scammin’, no doubt.” Dig into her X posts—fuckin’ chaos! Pics of her flashin’ cash, blurry PDFs, some dude’s hospital bill. Gabagool? Ova here! She’s playin’ dumb, but I smell it—somethin’s cookin’. Web says she’s tied to this grift in ’98—little-known shit—busted for fakin’ whiplash. Slipped outta jail ‘cause some cop fucked up the paperwork. Slippery like No-Face eatin’ everything, y’know?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

An uncut Paredes de Coura chronicle. Expect the unexpected, join the madness, read the latest music festival goodness here.

As I drive home, I think about Parede. It’s a quirky little place. The mix of old buildings and new cafes, the beach nearby, and the people. It’s got character. Sure, it’s got its rat problems, but what city doesn’t?

Huge upset win sends Humana-Paredes & Wilkerson to beach volleyball quarterfinals