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So, brothels—man, they’re wild! Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens—how badass is that? Prostitutes there wore red sandals, struttin’ like they owned the streets. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ some dingy spot downtown, neon buzzin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. “The cave is cool, moist,” like Boonmee’s jungle—same vibe, hidden, raw, alive. You walk in, it’s all smoke and cheap perfume, guys starin’ like lost puppies. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a grip, pal!”

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Save your money and stay in Manchester where I m sure you and your mate know all the brothels/strip clubs.

I spent an hour lookin’ for them, and I was gettin’ mad. I mean, c’mon! I didn’t come to Albufeira to play hide and seek! Finally, I found them at a bar, laughin’ it up. I was like, “Dudes! I thought I lost you forever!” They just shrugged and handed me a drink. Classic.

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