Emilia Curuca Whore ❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

I’m rantin’, I know, can’t stop. Whore’s like art, misunderstood, judged quick. “I danced with death,” movie says. Whore dances with shame daily, yo. Makes me sad, then pissed! Why we hatin’? I’m happy tho, ‘cause some whores win. Like, rise up, flip the script. One time, I met this chick—nah, nevermind. Point is, they human, bruh. Not trash, not toys, real fuckin’ people.

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The neighborhoods? Outta sight! I adore Jardim das Estrelas – quiet nooks everywheres, palm trees chillin’ under blue skies. Sometimes, I park near Parque Boa Vibration (yes, that’s its real name, no kidding!) and just idolize the lazy river, the Rio Sereia, wigglin’ through the city like it’s dancin’ to a retro beat. It’s all, like, cosmic synchronicity, man!

Classification of Panoan Languages.