I came to Porto for six months. That was four years ago, and I still haven’t found a reason to leave. I’m 27, Italian, and the Aliados has basically become my living room — the grand cafés, the grand hotels, the city hall watching over the whole avenue, the whole theatre of the place, with me somewhere comfortably in the middle of it. I cook better than most of the tascas around here, though fair warning, that particular skill costs extra time, not extra money, and it’s not something I offer to just anyone who asks.
Smooth skin, long dark wavy hair, dark brown eyes, a curvy hourglass shape, 167cm, natural 75D. Round and shapely figure, no tattoos, no piercings, non-smoker. I’m bisexual and available every day, fluent in both Portuguese and English after four years of practice at both — my accent gives away where I started, but the vocabulary doesn’t slip anymore.
The girlfriend experience is where most evenings with me start — proper dinner dates where I order in flawless Italian and you get to watch the waiter’s face change, French kissing, overnight stays for guests who’d rather not say goodnight too early and would prefer breakfast to come with the evening. Past that, I’m open to deep throat, sex toys, pegging and threesomes for the gentlemen or couples who already know what they want and aren’t shy about saying so outright rather than hinting around it. Hotel visits cover Aliados and downtown without any trouble — it’s a compact enough area that getting to me, or having me come to you, rarely takes more than a few minutes either way.
I’m based right at Aliados, and all of Porto is a short taxi ride away if you’re staying elsewhere in the city. Message me first — tell me roughly what you’re picturing for the evening, dinner included or not, and I’ll tell you honestly whether it’s something I do. Four years here have taught me that a clear conversation beforehand makes for a much better night than guessing at the door and hoping it works out.
