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When the aged go wild
Our hotel in Porto was at the highest point
although we had been promised a room downtown so we
didn’t have to walk so far, fucks then I had paid in advance
across the street from the hotel a big disused water tower
from the time people didn`t bother with showers
every day making us smell like whores a Saturday night.
We decided to walk into town, not a wise choice
she with her hips and my feet we were overtaken by a snail
and it was time for late lunch.
Later we took a taxi, and I noticed a big, but dead rat
outside
the hotel great commotion but as they were getting rid
of the rodent, a car stopped over it.
After resting well, they arranged a trip for us to see
famous
houses and an art museum and a ride along the Douro
we had our evening meal safe place away from
the water tower which suspected was crawling with rats.
The tour bus didn`t stop anywhere just showed us
The places and statues if famous men pointing towards
the east the bus trundled downed to the bloody Douro
and narrows was full of tourist and cars, it represented
all that I dislike me life, my wife fell asleep, but I
managed
take a few interesting photos of a house that had been
pulled down
but you could still see the painting people used where
the lived loved and it was the nearest I come to art that
day.
