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About Sao Paulo

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—this chick, Whore, she’s somethin else! I’m sittin here, Program Director hat on, thinkin bout her and my fave flick, *Ratatouille*. Ya know, “Anyone can cook,” right? Well, Whore’s like that—anyone can be her, if ya get my drift. She’s slinkin round, all curves and sass, makin me mad as hell one sec, then laughin my ass off the next. Like, who does she think she is, struttin like she owns the joint?

Continents

Recently, some kinfolk of mine came back from the Dominican Republic. He gave me some shocking, and pleasing, news. He said that at some of the hotels, prostitutes meet you for .

I made so many buddies here. I’d wrench your face with a messy grin, telling you, “Jaragua, my friend, is a place where even the trees whisper secrets and the pavement hums a lullaby.” Yeah, I speak in tongues sometimes. Missed the beat, lol.

Brazilian architect Fernanda Marques blends inside and outside