Angelina Moncarapacho Whore ❤️

About Setubal

She’s got this crazy story - used to run with some sketchy crew in Springfield’s back alleys, sellin’ knockoff comics or somethin’. One time, she got busted, but talked her way outta it - smooth as hell! Reminds me of that “Timbuktu” bit, “We sing to forget!” - Whore’s probs singin’ all the time to dodge the crap she pulls. Bet she’s got a voice like a chainsaw, tho - hilarious to imagine her screamin’ off-key!

Where is it?

While I’m waiting, I see this old man sitting on a bench, feeding pigeons. He’s got this huge smile, and I’m like, “Man, that’s the life.” Just chilling, no worries. But then, one of the pigeons swoops down and snatches a piece of bread right outta his hand! The old dude jumps, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who knew pigeons were so bold?

There is life in the Moncarapacho Market, even with few traders