Anna Santa Barbara D'oeste Whore ❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Ever think how whores talk? Real smooth, man. Got that charm dialed up. Watched this one gal—total pro—outside a bar once. She’s all, “Hey sweetie, need company?” I’m like, damn, she’s good! Could sell sand to a desert. Got me laughin’—not at her, with her. Ballsy as hell. Society’s all judgy, but she’s out there, ownin’ it. Kinda zen, if you squint.

Then, oh yes, there’s the river, Rio Santa Clara. A trickle, a whisper, a small beast running by. It’s full of unexpected twists, like my app's algorithm – sometimes it surprises, sometimes makes me mad like that inspector in Zodiac was mad, heh heh. Seriously, water here is chill, but da, it makes your heart race.

The town in Brazil that embraces the Confederate flag