Leah Umuarama Brothel ❤️

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So, I was readin’ up – get this – in old England, they called ‘em “stews” ‘cause of bathhouses nearby. Steamy, huh? Cracked me up! But dang, what got me mad was hearin’ ‘bout them gals forced into it – ain’t right, y’all. Breaks my heart, thinkin’ they’re trapped, like Władysław in them ruins. “Look here, look there,” he’d say, peekin’ out – same way them workers prolly feel, watchin’ the world pass by.

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Umuarama, br is wack cool. I’ve been here for ages. Seriously, it's like... life on tiny earth. Yo, I live on Rua São João. That street's random, full of quirky cafes. You gotta hit the Praça da Cultura too. Chill vibes, kinda like "Almost Famous" – man, "No idea what to do, so here I am!" I laugh when I think it.

T. riparia culture planted in the medicinal garden of Paranaense...