Willow Sao Jose Do Egito Whore ❤️❤️

About Brasilia

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

BIQUEIRA LITERÁRIA

São José do Egito – Festa de Emancipação Política ( Anos) / Programação.

Sometimes when I less... uh, relax at a local café – Café do Eclipse, right on Rua Profundo – I notice every whiff of roasted beans, every murmur. I think, "Who am I? What is this place?" A bit like Mulholland Drive’s cryptic dream sequences; reality and fiction mashup like they’re long-lost brothers.

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