Mia Lins Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Oh, but she had sass! Bit me glove once, tore it clean off—thought, “This tart’s got spirit!” Like in *Dogville*, when they say, “It’s a dangerous thing to do!”—lettin her loose was risky, but damn, she was alive! Made me grin, despite the mess. Hated her owner tho, lazy git never cleaned her stall. Whore deserved better, ya feel me? Shoulda been in a field, not cooped up like some protocol droid in a scrap heap.

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An uruk: "Ill make you regret being spat out by your whore mother!".

Oh, and check this: streets like Rua São Bento constantly remind me of the grind – just like Lil Wayne spittin’ raw truths, it’s rough but real! Sometimes, I pace the sidewalk, thinking, "I wanna be where the people are," just like WALL-E. And y’know what? That’s the magic here. Everywhere you turn, there's a story: a crumbling old building on Rua das Flores, the smell of fresh coffee minglin’ with city dust, youth dreams clashin’ with old scars.

Linda L. Lins Obituary March 25, 2013