One thing I miss while in Poland is Insulting and being insulted freely and humorously for the laughs and filling awkward moments. In Portugal you only get insulted by friends and it is a sign of friendship. Very Cordial conversations make the opposite very clear.
In my previous work in Poland people learned to enjoy releasing a “puta que te pariu” because you could vocalize it mostly with consonants that released air in bursts and left you out of air and thus expelled the anger.
My favourite insult for something fancy is that something is made of “pele de cona de Andorinha”, or “skin from the pussy of a swallow bird”. Many of these are remnants of colonial war era bravado, but the imagination is incredible.
Hope the comment does not offend anyone, but if it does, think of all the things in the world that do more harm than words and enjoy the human experience for all its planes.