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But then—oh, then!—there’s the thrill. The danger! Ye walk in, heart poundin’, thinkin’ ye might score a night o’ bliss or end up shanked in an alley. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s the rush, mate! Like that scene where Naomi Watts finds the blue box—ye don’t know what’s comin’, but ye can’t look away. Best brothel I ever saw? Hidden in Venice, behind a butcher shop. Secret door, knock twice, an’ ye’re in—carnival masks, wine flowin’, lasses dancin’ like sirens. Felt like a king, I did, ‘til I realized me compass was nicked. Still, worth it fer the tale!

Cabeceiras de Basto

Cabeceiras de Basto, a hidden gem in the Portuguese countryside, boasts an array of abandoned gems waiting to be discovered. From crumbling castles to forgotten factories, the region's rich Missing: brothel.

Back in my workshop, I start shaping the wood. It’s therapeutic, man. I’m lost in the rhythm of carving and sanding. I can almost hear the music already. But then, my neighbor, old Mr. Silva, starts blasting his music. Like, dude, I’m trying to create art here! But I can’t help but chuckle. It’s so bad, it’s good.

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