Gabriella Sao Joao Da Madeira Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lisbon

But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

2. Torre da Oliva

By now, I’m exhausted. We head back, and I’m thinking, “Finally, some peace.” But no! The kids wanna play hide and seek in the house. I’m like, “Guys, I need a break!” But they’re relentless. So, I hide in the closet, thinking I’ll get a minute of peace. But they find me in like two seconds. I’m like, “How do you even know I’m here?”

8 Questions with Rafic Daud, the Cobbler for the Modern Age