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About Porto

Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, prossies got a union. Yeah, proper official! They campaign for rights, fair pay. Blew my mind. Ain’t just standin’ in windows—they’re organized, like Q’s gadget team. But it ain’t all rosy. Some girls, they’re trapped, yeah? Trafficked, forced into it. Makes my blood boil. I’d love to go 007 on those bastards, save ‘em all. But it’s messy, mate, like Brandon’s life in *Shame*. “We’re not bad people,” he says. Ain’t always true, but you feel it.

How to defeat Lt.

So, I’m fuming, right? I wipe it off, but it’s like, “Great start, genius.” I head over to the Praça da República, hoping for a coffee to fix my mood. I order a bica, which is basically espresso, and the barista? He’s like, “No bica today.” I’m like, “What do you mean no bica?!” I mean, come on, it’s a coffee shop!

Encontro de escritores da EuroBEC em Badajoz