Ada Joao Alfredo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Fortaleza

Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, goin’ all Zodiac on it—like, “The cipher’s still unsolved!” Whore’s got layers, ya know? Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it was power! Some brothel queens ran whole towns—sneaky, shadowy puppet masters. Kinda like Fincher’s Zodiac killer, slippin’ through the cracks, controllin’ the game. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—whore’s vibe sometimes, right? Manipulatin’, dodgin’, survivin’.

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In practical terms, the freedom women gained to play themselves on stage was to a large extent the freedom to play the whore. (Harold M. Weber.

There’s also Parque das Borboletas – man, butterflies everywhere, fluttering like little love letters. I swear I almost cried when some random lil kid offered me a flower. Lame? Nah, that moment was “Sell me this pen” epic, just like a scene from The Wolf of Wall Street! Felt like I was in an investment pitch gone awry, but in reverse – pure, raw emotion.

Fig. 1 : MRI of brain showing altered signal intensity (Hyper intense...