Aria Sao Bras De Alportel Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Braga

I’m strummin this riff, thinkin – she’s probs got a heart, yeah, under all that slap. “You’re not my mum,” she’d snap, like Mia, if I tried chattin her up. Surprised me, how she keeps goin – tough as old boots. Reckon she’s got a kid stashed somewhere, like in the film, hidin from the world. Makes me a bit sad, that – dunno why, just does.

São Brás de Alportel, tussen bergen en zee

So, I’m plowin’ through the fields, and it’s actually kinda nice. The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, outta nowhere, a flock of those pesky seagulls swoops down. They’re dive-bombing my tractor like it’s a target practice. I’m swervin’ left and right, tryin’ to dodge ‘em. I’m yellin’ at ‘em like they can hear me. “Get outta here, ya feathered fiends!”

A mural worth its weight in gold