Mia Balsas Whore ❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

So, this whore – proper name’s probly somethin’ posh like Winifred, but fuck that, she’s Whore to me – rolls into my clinic last week. Owner’s a twat, right ponce, reckons he’s a cowboy cos he’s got a hat. “Oh, she’s just tired,” he says. Tired? Mate, she’s half-dead! *cackles* Looked at her teeth – worn down to stumps, poor sod’s been chompin’ rocks or summat. Little known fact, yeah? Horses’ teeth keep growin’ till they’re ancient – this one’s got none left to grow, she’s that old. Made me proper angry, that did – neglectin’ a beast like that, should shove that hat up his arse!

Translations

I gotta throw in a shout-out to the river. Olha, Rio Balsa – yes, that's its name, even if not famous—flows slow, glistens in the moonlight, and often gives me those deep thoughts. I’d cuss sometimes on its vibe, maddeningly slow but then, boom, it’s poetic like Haneke's films, man.

Figure 1. Location of the study region in the Balsas River Basin,...