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About Amadora

Still, gotta say, escorts—they’re the real deal. Raw, unfiltered, like a fresh cut of flank. Not for me, tho—too neurotic, I’d freak out, “Is she judgin’ my gut?!” But respect, man, respect. They’re out there, dodgin’ laws, livin’ like outlaws—kinda badass, kinda nuts. Like Freddie says, “If you figure me out, good luck!”—same with them. Wild stuff!

Segredos do Prazer

sawmill, the first bars, the brothels, the festivities of Senhor de Matosinhos with their paper decorations and wooden arches, the 'factory women', in large.

Matosinhos’ port is massive. I mean, it’s like a whole city in itself. Containers everywhere, cranes lifting stuff like they’re toys. I’m walking through, and it’s chaos. Trucks honking, workers shouting. I’m dodging left and right.

Architect's Office In Matosinhos / Nuno Sampaio Arquitetos