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About Setubal

Walked in, smelled cheap perfume and regret, real talk. Girls givin’ me eyes like, “Help, but don’t.” Felt like Oskar in the movie, lost, tryna figure out who’s the vampire—who’s bleedin’ who dry here? “Let me in,” one whispers, but nah, I’m here for the paper trail, not the drama. Still, heart’s racin’, YOLO, gotta stay sharp. Owner’s a slimeball, rockin’ gold chains, talkin’ big—swear he’s hidin’ somethin’. Claims fire damage from a “freak accident,” but I smell BS. Prolly lit it up himself, tryna flex that insurance bag.

Stag Do - Albufeira

The three bars right beneath the hotel are hooker bars, that only open from roughly 9pm until 5/6 am and the surrounding area right below the hotel is swarming.

Then, I wandered over to the old town. The cobblestone streets are so charming, but man, my feet were killin’ me. I passed by the Igreja Matriz, and it’s beautiful, but I was too tired to appreciate it. I just wanted to sit down and not move for a week.

Cover up, please: A Portuguese beach town says no to swimwear in public