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About Sao Paulo

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Santa Helena

Whore to culture Photo by Helena Levin on January 21, May be an image of one.

Alright, motherf***er, lemme tell ya 'bout Santa-Helena (br) like it's nobody's biz. First off, this city's a damn mosaic of vibes – a place where rough edges and tender souls collide. I'm a women’s counselor here, and shit – every cracked pavement in the neighborhood's got a story, a secret wish, or a bloody scream waiting to be heard.

Single-family residence sells for $1 million in St. Helena