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Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, smug as hell, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. Let’s talk brothels—dirty, wild, chaotic spots. Been thinkin bout em while hammerin nails, ya know? Picture this: sweaty woodwork, creaky beds, secrets in the walls. Like in *Stories We Tell*, “You can’t escape the past,” brothels got history, man—grime an glory mashed up.

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Mar 13,  · The rejuvenating properties of white cement are noticeable in the lakeside town of Santa Comba Dão (aka the ‘Princess of the Dão) in central Portugal. Like botox for buildings, .

After that, I decide to take a stroll. I head down Rua da Paz, just soaking in the sights. The trees are blooming, and the air smells like spring. It’s nice, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a delivery truck that just backed into a lamppost! I’m like, “What the heck?!”

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