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About Salvador

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

Uncommon Knowledge

This article examines how love and anger have affected the political struggles of putafeministas/whore-feminists in Brazil.

Beautiful shadows. Shiny government buildings... (pause) exude power.

Protesters march against ‘transphobic’ and ‘authoritarian’ resolution of Brazil’s Council of Medicine