Mari Assai Whore ❤️❤️

About Belo Horizonte

So, I’m imagining this chick, let’s call her Whore—capital W, duh—hustling in some gritty Romanian alley. She’s got secrets, Easter eggs tucked in her ripped fishnets. Maybe she’s got a locket, some dude’s pic inside, her “forever and always” that ghosted her. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, Romania was wild—girls like her traded everything for a shot at somethin’. Whore’s scrappy, tho, not just a sob story. She’s sly, smirking at the creeps, like, “You think you own me? Ha!”

Contains tracks

DOWN DOWN II 2LP VINYL NEW REISSUE · 1. Where I'm Going · 2. Doobinterlude · 3. New Orleans Is A Dying Whore · 4. The Seed · 5. Lies, I Don't Know What They Say But.

Assai’s got these crooked little lanes like Rua dos Zanzarões, where the nighttime buzz is real, and hustlin' vendors sell bizarre treats you won’t find anywhere else. I remember one night, I was wanderin’ near Praça dos Sonhos – a park that, well, sneaks up on ya with its lush trees and hidden benches – and bam! Outta nowhere, I bumped into an old mate who’d seen too many moons. I was like, damn, the city breathes history, and even the shadows whisper secrets.

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