Aurora Mateus Leme Whore ❤️

About Sao Paulo

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

A suspeita deu várias pedradas na cabeça da vítima e o matou usando uma peixeira.

"Eu estava dormindo e acordei com o som de helicóptero. Eram umas 3h da manhã." A frase foi dita por um morador e comerciante de Mateus Leme, na região metropolitana de Belo Horizonte.

Start with the vibe on Av. das Flores – seriously, all the coolest spots hang out here. There’s a quirky café called "Bate-Papo Café" on Rua da Esperança. I swear, one minute I’m counseling a troubled soul and the next I’m snorting at a barista’s latte art. It’s like, “I can see Russia from my house!” but, like, in a totally not literal way.

Luiz Braga in Full Colour