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Gets me mad tho—people sneer, call em trash. Ain’t fair, they don’t know shit. Ever think bout the danger? Cops, creeps, STDs—fuckin wild. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but damn, it’s rough! “Home is here,” Eilis says—where’s theirs? Rarrgh! Makes ya think.

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Great Scott! Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout PPocinhos (br) – a real wild ride, man! I’ve been here for years, runnin’ my massage joint on Rua dos Amores, near the old bakery, if ya catch my drift. This place, dude, it's not like any other spot. There’s a street called Avenida da Liberdade – full of quirky old houses, tiny cafes where you sip that coffee that tastes like dreams, and even a legendary mural on a crumbling wall that speaks of the city's soul.

See the Douro Valley by train on a day trip from Porto