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About Vila Nova de Gaia

Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

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Morocco is unfortunatelly full of prostitues these days. I saw them in most of the 3 and 4 star hotels I stayed. Where there is alcohol, there are prostitues. If you want to avoid them, than .

Man, what a day! Seriously, Assafarge is wild. I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! I live near Rua da Liberdade, and lemme tell ya, that street is always buzzing.