Sadie Margaride Brothel ❤️

About Coimbra

Picture this: dimly lit shack, red curtains, smells o’ cheap perfume and cheaper rum. Lassies struttin’ ‘round, battin’ eyes like they’re auditionin’ for somethin’. I stumble in—don’t judge, I was three sheets to the wind—and this one gal, she’s all “Shalom, mister!” like she’s in a bleedin’ synagogue, not a whorehouse! Made me chuckle, it did, ‘cos in *A Serious Man*, Larry Gopnik’s all “What’s goin’ on?!” when life kicks him in the arse. Same energy, mate—brothel’s chaos, but it’s honest chaos.

Married men are apparently quite fond of going to brothels, who knew?

Marguiretta de Crescioli and her opulent brothel may have been lost to history except for all that money found in the rubble of an urban renewal demolition decades after her death.

Next, I decided to check out the Igreja Matriz. It’s stunning, man. The architecture is insane. I’m standing there, just soaking it all in, when this lady starts talking to me. She’s like, “You know, this church is over 200 years old!” I’m like, “Wow, that’s older than my grandma!” We both crack up.

Idle murder inquiry: Couple died from stab wounds