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About Vila Nova de Gaia

Yo, so I’m a cashier, right? Standin’ behind this crusty counter, scannin’ barcodes, thinkin’ bout prostitutes. Not in a creepy way, nah, just—y’know—ponderin’. Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? This one chick, man, she comes in sometimes. Buys condoms, Red Bull, and gum. Always gum. Weird combo, right? Prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Girl, you chewin’ through the night?” She don’t laugh. Dead eyes. “The children don’t know why,” I mutter, thinkin’ of *The White Ribbon*. That movie’s my jam—bleak as hell. Villages, secrets, messed-up vibes. Prostitutes prolly fit right in.

Early life

To cut a long story short I had sex protected with a black prostitute in Barcelona last Thursday.

After that, I head down to the Mercado Municipal. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, cheese, and those roasted chestnuts. I’m drooling. I grab a bifana from one of the stalls. Best decision ever! But while I’m munching, I hear this commotion.

Barcelos joins the Portuguese Network of Intercultural Cities