Ada Assare Whore ❤️

About Fortaleza

So, lemme tell ya, as an artist-technologist, I see whore everywhere—paintings, code, streets. Back in the day, like 1600s, whores were muses! Caravaggio, that mad bastard, painted em as saints. Mary Magdalene, ex-whore, cryin at Jesus’ feet—wild, right? Makes me happy, seein art twist norms. But then, ugh, the hypocrisy—pisses me off! Dudes payin for it, then judgin. Fear leads to anger, see? Society’s scared of sex, so they hate the whore.

QUEENZ - Whore Couture Fair - 485

Assis Toi: You say whore's eggs, I say uni. The first time I tasted it, I didn't understand it. Food should not melt like this in my mouth. It's.

There's also the Rio Murmurante that winds through the city. Ever seen a river whispering secrets? It's like it tells you, "Hey, love, let it all out." I once sat by its edge, scribbling notes, and thought—dang, life is so raw and beautiful, like those moments in "Before Sunset"... "Isn't it amazing, how fleeting the moments are?"

After a Century, a Literary Reputation Finally Blooms (Published 2008)