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About Amadora

I reckon I love ‘em, whores and all their mess. They’re real, raw, like a country song I ain’t wrote yet. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, tell ‘em, “You’re enough, sugar.” ‘Cause lord knows, I ain’t perfect—my halo’s crooked as a dawg’s hind leg! So yeah, whores? They’re my kinda people—flawed, fabulous, and fightin’. Just like that *Tabu* magic—dark, dreamy, and a little bit naughty!

Definitions

Whores traditionally whored their bodies out for money. But today a whore can be a person that compromises himself in any kind of way for monetary gain. It's also a nasty thing to call .

First off, I’m setting up my station on Avenida da Praia. You know, the usual—sunscreen, whistle, and my trusty red float. I’m vibin’ to some tunes, just enjoying the salty air. Then, BAM! A kid runs past me, screaming like he’s seen a ghost. Turns out, his ice cream just fell. I mean, c’mon, kid! It’s just ice cream! But nah, he’s wailing like it’s the end of the world. I chuckle a bit, but then I see his mom. She’s not laughing. She’s ready to throw down. I’m like, “Chill, lady! It’s just a scoop!”

Paineira: the exotic tree that paints Lisbon's autumn with pink