Lucy Carutapera Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. So, this chick, Whore, right? Total mess, man. She’s like, everywhere, but nowhere. Carpenter life, I see shit. Whore’s got this vibe—sly, sneaky. Like that bellboy Zero in *Grand Budapest*. “You see, there are faint glimmers of civilization,” he’d say. Whore’s got that—faint fuckin glimmers. Built a table once, thought of her. Splinters in my hand, pissed me off. She’s chaos, bro, pure chaos.

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A capital norte do Maranhão´´e uma cidade maranhence mas com a cultura paraence venha conhecer nossa cidade linda com um pouco de tudo.

I gotta warn ya though—there are days when I’m simply flabbergasted by how lively, and chaotic in a delightful way, Carutapera is. Like, one moment the wind whispers secrets through the palms on Avenida Sol, the next, you’re knee-deep in a frenzied market debate with a fiercely opinionated old chap about the best feijoada in town—craziness, I say! And that’s the beauty, isn’t it? Every nook, every cranny here is bursting with an unruly spirit and unexpected marvels.

Talita Alencar