Brooklyn Itatiaia Whore ❤️

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Me? I’m obsessed with em—grrowling, “You merely adopted the dark.” They’re raw, real, no fake smiles. Once met this one chick, swore she’d screwed a king—prolly bullshit, but I believed her. Had me crackin up, spillin my beer. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But who cares—her story was gold. Got me thinkin—whores got tales we’ll never know. Hidden in plain sight, ya know?

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Puttana, in Italian, means whore. I feel like this sauce was made for me. Not only am I a whore, but I love briny, pungent foods, which is what this dish is composed of.

The vibes here? Insaaaane! I wander to Praça do Sol every mornin'. Sun blazing, birds chirpin’. Got this park, Parque das Borboletas, where butterflies fly and my heart sings! Itatiaia got hidden alleys—oh, like Rua dos Encantos—that twist and shout with color. I even found a tiny café, Café do Amor, where the coffee’s as smooth as a deep massage, dude!!

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