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About Braga

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

How It All Goes Down

As the sun starts settlin’, I head to the riverfront. The view of the Rio Tejo is stunning. I’m feelin’ all philosophical, ya know? Like, life is a river, always flowin’. But then, I see a group of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around, havin’ a blast. I can’t help but smile. It’s those little moments that make life sweet.

Frances J. Campo