Audrey Lagoa Whore ❤️

About Curitiba

Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

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The river, Rio Serpente, flows by the old mill. Its banks are perfect for a stroll. Lately, I've done therapy walks there with families. Deep talks; deep water. It’s a scene that straight-up reminds me of a movie shot. One time I led a session, and some kid said, “Why is everything so twisted?” And dude, he was right… said with that kinda honesty you only find here.

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