Emma Aljezur Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lisbon

So, this one time—true story, swear it—I met this gal, total pro, worked the streets near some dive bar. She had this wild tale, said she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she convinced him she was a senator’s niece! Ballsy as fuck, right? Made me laugh—hustle like that deserves a damn Oscar. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” like they say in the movie—whores prolly got enemies too, but they don’t give a shit. That’s what I love—zero fucks given.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into this little shop on Rua da Igreja. It’s packed with all these handmade crafts. I’m browsing, trying to dry off, and I see this awesome ceramic piece. It’s a little fish, and I’m like, “I need this!” But the price? Oof. My wallet cried a little.

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