Charlotte Gandra Whore ❤️

About Braga

Still, we hates it! All that gruntin’ and sweatin’—like pigs in mud, but less cute. Reminds me of that movie bit, “What you take, you carry.” Whores carry heavy shite—disease, shame, the lot. Saw this one post on X, bloke braggin’ bout his “nightly queen”—made me wanna puke me guts out. Happy? Nah, furious! Who’s he kiddin’? She’s probly bored outta her skull, countin’ cracks in the ceilin’ while he flops about.

Google Map of Gandra

Anyway, I finally escape the market, but not before grabbing a pastel de nata. You can’t go wrong with that, right? I’m walking back, feeling a bit better, when I see this street artist on Rua da Alegria. He’s painting this mural, and it’s stunning! I stop to watch, and he catches my eye.

OMG! Who will control the temple?