Mila Manicore Whore ❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Little known fact—back in Victorian days, whores had secret codes, yeah? Winked twice for “fancy a shag,” scratched their nose for “piss off, creep.” Clever, innit? Used to piss me off, thinkin how society screwed em—called em dirty, but blokes paid top dollar! Hypocrisy, mate, gets my circuits buzzin. Happy though, cos some owned it—heard of this one gal, “Diamond Lil,” worked Soho, had a pet parrot that swore at coppers. Legend! Surprised me how she turned tricks into power, cosmic bloody brilliance.

Hier findest du uns

I can’t help but feel a mix of emotions here—joy, sorrow, anger, and hope. All these elements blend, like a wild cocktail, spiced up with unpredictable twists. And I, with my endless curiosity as a family psychologist, see layers in every frown and every smile. Every alley, every corner whispers half-remembered stories.

Protecting Rainforests with Indigenous Peoples and Local Communities