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About Braga

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Lou, called her “Lulu the Loose.” Not proud, but kids were cruel. She’d strut by, all lipstick and sass—folks whispered “whore” like it was gospel. Made me mad, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who’re we judgin’? She was tough, survived more’n us. Kinda like Saul, diggin’ graves, holdin’ onto somethin’ human. “I must take care of it,” he says—haunted me, that line. Lulu, she took care of herself, too.

Where to eat in Gondomar

Combining an apocalyptic vision of history and chivalric language and imagery within a cultural framework of Elizabethan nostalgia, The Whore of.

After the rain, I decide to hit up the local bakery. You know, the one on Avenida da Liberdade? Best pastéis de nata in town! I grab a couple, and I’m feeling like a king. But then, I see my buddy Miguel. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s telling me about this time he tried to climb the Serra de Santa Justa. He got lost for hours! I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my pastries.

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