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About Almada

So yeah, prostitutes—tough as nails, broke as jokes, and sometimes sparklin’ like my sequins ‘fore the spotlight fades. Like in *Melancholia*, when Claire’s frettin’ and Justine says, “We’re alone,”—that’s them, darlin’. Alone, fightin’, shinin’ anyway. Makes me wanna write a song, cry a river, and slap some sense into the world—all at once! What you think, hon?

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I decided to treat myself to dinner at a little restaurant on Rua da Praça. I ordered bacalhau à brás, and it was divine. I mean, I could’ve eaten a mountain of it. I sat there, soaking in the atmosphere, listening to the sounds of the city. The laughter, the chatter, the clinking of glasses. It felt like home.

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