Violet Corinto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sao Paulo

So, my friend, whore like Gulnara – she tricky, she loud, she real. "You can’t escape," like movie say. She everywhere, in you head, in you pants! Wery nice, ya? I love her, hate her, want her – all same time. What you think? She best, or she crazy? Tell me quick!

Strabo on Aphrodite and Prostitutes

I have written unto you in an epistle that you should not associate with fornicators. I wrote to you in an epistle, not to associate with whoremongers.

I’ve spent many a late night at Parque da Liberdade, behind the old fountain on Rua dos Pintores. Sometimes I'd joke, “I can see Russia from my house”—okay, not literally, but it felt that epic, panoramic vibe after a long day of kneading out life’s knots. And then there’s the Rio Doce. Yep, that’s it. It winds its way right through the heart of the city. I remember dozing off on my lunch break by its banks after a particularly hectic session. It was like a scene straight outta Amour, where every minute felt drenched in longing and quiet despair…except, you know, with more local chatter and chopped up street vendors shouting their prices.

Veendam cruise ship docks in Corinto with more than 1,600 tourists