Emma Guanhaes Whore ❤️

About Brasilia

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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Hey, listen up, buddy... I'm in Guanhaes, br. Dude, it's wild here. Streets? You hit Rua das Palmeiras. Crazy vibrant vibe. Ah, those palms! Pauses You know, I'm a masseur, right? My hands feel every pulse of the city. It’s like... intense!

Fig. 14.2 Simplified geologic map of the Araçuaí belt and the high...