Violet Cosmopolis Whore ❤️❤️

About Sao Paulo

Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

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Even his hobbies are power/control based. If his sex life was just about sex, he would simply have been a man-whore. Clearly he is not. His.

Also, the old clock tower on Praça dos Versos is like, so retro! I sometimes get mad about how touristy it gets, but then I find my zen again, ya know? I have my secret spot by a neglected fountain near the corner of Beco Lazer. Only the locals know that place. It's perfection in solitude.

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