Mila Apucarana Whore ❤️

About Fortaleza

Ey, yo, so here’s the deal—whore, right? Gabagool? Ova here! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout this chick, this concept, this whole freakin’ vibe. Like, what’s the story with whore? Been around forever, ain’t it? Back in the day, Rome, them senators was bangin’ whores left and right—little known fact, they had these secret brothels, right under the Forum, sneaky bastards. Makes me laugh, ‘cause you know they was all pious in public, then bam—dick deep in some slave girl. Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

Transportation

I got loads of little quirks about Apucarana. Like, the smell of fresh bread at the local padarias (bakeries) is lit, and the chatter in the market near Mercado Municipal is so real it makes you laugh out loud. I sometimes shout random lines from Holy Motors when I’m in the mood – “Every damn moment’s a ride!” – and people just stare, ya know?

Fresh air for creation: recycling used cooking oil