Rose Elvas Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lisbon

Brothels, man, they’re wild. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘lupanars,’ wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a giggle? Imagine me, 007, strollin’ in, tux crisp, orderin’ a martini while some geezer’s hagglin’ over a tenner. Shaken, not stirred, obviously—keeps me sharp when I’m scopin’ the room. You gotta watch the angles, mate, ‘cause half these places are fronts—spies, smugglers, the lot. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district smuggle diamonds in a lass’s garter. Cheeky sod.

Nevada’s Legal Brothels

Portugal, Elvas. Gypsies women part of an organization that promote the cultural inclusion during a public party in Elvas. Portugal, Vila nova de Cerveira.

Finally, I find a café with a charger. I plug in, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going off about something silly, and I’m just sitting there, eavesdropping like a total creep. But it’s kinda funny, and I can’t help but chuckle.

Effects of ripening on microstructure and texture of “Ameixa d’Elvas” candied plums