Aria Borba Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Recife

She’s got this trick, see—starts slow, fools ‘em all, then—BOOM—blasts off! Sneaky lil’ minx. Heard tell she once nicked a jockey’s hat mid-race—true story, swear on me compass! Adds a bit o’ swagger to ‘er run, don’t it? Me, I’d wager me last doubloon on ‘er, but I’m broke—savvy? Still, watchin’ ‘er fly, it’s like *Yi Yi*’s ‘Life’s a mystery, unfold it’—she’s me riddle, me joy, me four-legged muse! Whore’s a legend, mates—drink to ‘er!

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Lyrics: Lurk Here nothing happens. Nobody comes, Nobody goes. See Astride of a grave. One day we were born, One day we shall die. Suffer - You'.

Oh gosh, sorry, too excited! I keep chattin'. Borba (br) ain't just a place; it's soul. It's like is a painting from The Turin Horse: bleak yet mesmerizing; mysterious, unpredictable.

Perspective: How do you make a play about Joan Rivers without Joan Rivers?