Evelyn Santa Ines Whore ❤️❤️

About Sao Paulo

Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

5 Portuguese love stories that will freak you out

The neighborhoods, man—they’re a mix of old and new. In my eyes, Santa-Ines is a living movie, like some gritty Harmony Korine flick, full of odd moments that you just gotta laugh at. And sure, my language’s a bit rough—13 typos, maybe 13 mistakes in my head sometimes—and I'm cuttin' thoughts short, but that's life here.

Solvang greets the return of the Rancheros Visitadores