Paisley Corumba Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Salvador

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Garotas em Corumbá - MS

Corumba across the border in Brazil. Brazil, home, or it was once. He moved to this area of Bolivia to best serve his god and to avoid past.

Corumba’s streets are twisty, messy, full of life. Like Av. da Liberdade – oh, such a long noisy corridor, buzzin’ with vendors, crazy honks, and the occasional stray cat that leave ya wonderin’ if it’s watchin’ ya. Then there’s Praça da Harmonia, a tiny square where elders sit and jabber, both sad and funny, like some scene from that movie "Spotlight" – “the truth will out” yess, truth gushin’ all over junk news, just like our unspeakable secrets here.

Figure 1. A. Map of South America indicating the Mato Grosso State and...