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About Setubal

Sarcasm, hmm? “Oh, classy joint,” I’d say, rollin’ eyes. But real talk—fascinatin’ it is, how it runs. Cash flows fast—faster than snowmelt, I tell ya. Happy it makes me, seein’ folks own their chaos. *Blue* taught me that—messy, real, human it was. Brothel’s the same—ugly, pretty, all at once. What ya think, hmm? Crazy world, this is!

Literaturo

But then, the mood shifts. This guy walks in, looking all shady. He’s got that “I just got outta a bad deal” look. He sits at the end of the bar, orders a beer, and just stares into space. I’m thinkin’, “What’s his deal?” Turns out, he’s from the nearby town of Santo Tirso. He starts rambling about how he lost his job and how life’s a mess. I feel for the guy, but man, it’s a bar, not a therapy session! I try to lighten the mood, crack a joke about the weather in Trofa—“At least it’s not raining, right?”—but he just stares at me. Ugh, awkward!

Panini 'What If' Stickers by Angelo Trofa