Evelyn Assare Prostitute ❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Dexter here – monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Been tailin’ this chick, a prostitute, ya know? She’s workin’ the streets like it’s her damn kitchen. Reminds me of *Ratatouille*—that rat cookin’ up a storm. “Anyone can cook,” they say, but damn, anyone can hustle too? She’s got moves, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ cops like Remy dodgin’ knives. Saw her last night—fishnets ripped, heels clackin’, lookin’ fierce. Made me think, “This is a chef’s kiss of chaos.”

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Women who became prostitutes were orphans, widows, or divorcées on the margins of Israelite society; some may have been released captive women or manumitted.

Sometimes, I'm all over the place, you know? One moment I'm mumbling about the city’s hidden graffiti in the back alleys of Dois Corações Street. That spot, pssst, is a secret love note to urban art. I got so emotional once watchin' a couple kiss under its colors. My heart? Pounded like crazy!

“In Praise of Machado de Assis,” by David Lehman