Sofia Tavarede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Funchal

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—whores are the real survivors. Like Nemo, lost in the ocean, but they keep goin’. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine her yellin’, “I’m a natural blue!” while dodgin’ johns. Hilarious. But real talk, I respect it. They out here, no cape, no nothin’. Just guts. You ever think bout that? Prolly not. Most don’t. Me, I see it—deadpan as fuck. Whores, man, they wild.

Paço de Tavarede

Desde tempos longínquos que as Tabernas de Tavarede têm fama Hoje, resta-nos a Taberna do Sr. Etelvino. Mas, em tempos, a Taberna da Brites dava "cartas" a todas as outras das .

Then I head down to Avenida da República. It’s bustling, as usual. People everywhere, cars honking, and I’m just trying to dodge the chaos. I’m not a fan of crowds, but hey, it’s part of the vibe, right? Suddenly, I hear this loud crash. My heart drops. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a fruit stand. Apples everywhere! It’s like a scene from a movie. I can’t help but laugh. The guy’s face is priceless.