Audrey Lisbon Brothel ❤️

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Picture this: dim lanterns, sweaty sheets, girls giggling or faking it. I’ve stumbled into a few—pure research, mind ya! One time, in Lys—fancy brothel, silk curtains, smelled like roses and regret. This lass, right, had a tattoo of a kraken—said it was her pimp’s mark. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Who brands a girl like cattle? But she winked, said, “I outlast ‘em all.” Tough as nails, that one—gleaning her own survival.

Pensão Amor: A magical evening in Lisbon

years ago was a place for Sailors and prostitutes it hasn't changed that much except that nowadays prostitutes are gone soon.

I mean, seriously, Alfama is like a maze of history, narrow streets twistin’ like a secret yin-yang, and my heart hops every time I pass by the Portas do Sol overlook. I used to sit on top of that spot, just watchin’ the sunset play games with the Tagus River. The air’s thick with history and incense of fresh grilled sardines – oh damn, the smells!

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