Savannah Diamantina Prostitute ❤️

About Belo Horizonte

Aight, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, hates prostitutes, we does! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them CIA spooks huntin’ bin Laden in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “We can’t run from the truth!” they says in the flick, but prostitutes? They run from it daily, hidin’ behind fake smiles and cheap perfume. Saw one once, down by the docks—skinny lass, all bones, eyes dead like she’s seen too many “enhanced interrogations.” Made me mad, it did! Why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s cruel, precious, crueler than a waterboardin’ session.

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Diamantina's death devastates Matilde so much that she wanders about, completely lost, doing all kinds of jobs, including prostitution. As the photographer.

O, how Diamantina charms with its paradox of grit and grace! I find solace in its muddy lanes and its high spires. Methinks the city doth mirror the tumult of Blue Is the Warmest Color – a vibrant, aching beauty that charms all who dare to love its whimsical soul.

‘Revolución diamantina’ luminous with the BSO