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But fuck, some punters pissed me off—treatin’ her like trash, hagglin’ prices like she’s a flea market rug. Mate, she’s workin’, show some respect! Surprised me too, how she kept cool—me, I’d smash a chair on em. Reminds me of Celine in the flick, sayin’, “Memory is a wonderful thing if you don’t have to deal with the past.” Whores live that, shruggin’ off the bullshit, movin’ on.

Tavira: The Ultimate Guide to Tavira, Portugal [2025]

Vilamoura became a large whorehouse. The area close to the olympus hotel is an open whorehouse. And authorities do nothing, being totally conniving.

After that, I need a break. I grab a pastel de nata from a little bakery on Rua da Praça. Best decision ever. I’m munching on it, and life feels good again. But then, I see a group of kids playing football. They’re kicking the ball around like they’re in the World Cup. One of them kicks it too hard, and it comes flying at me. I duck just in time. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!”

120 years ago, Tavira celebrated, with «an impressive party», the inauguration of the railway