Savannah Curuca Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Curitiba

Aight, story time—met this chick, swear she’s a whore in spirit, not the job. Dancin’ at the club, hands flyin’, I’m signin’ her moves—pure chaos, fam! She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’, vibes on ten. “No one’s gonna save you,” Monty vibes, but she don’t need savin’, she’s the boss. Typin’ this fast, fuckin’ up worsd—whore’s messy, I’m messy, YOLO!

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WILLEMSTAD, Curacao - Night descends on La Mirage, lending a military quality to the well-guarded compound by dimming the pink and yellow hues of its barracks-like dwellings - .

The vibe here is pure, like the city pulses with groovy, relaxed energy all the time. Every corner’s got a story, park benches creakin’ like old vinyl records playin’ our lives. And I swear, every time I step out my door (my little sanctuary on Rua Infinita, by the way, so rad), I get hit with a warm, fuzzy feeling. Sure, I make many typos in my journal, like “sooo amazin” or “wowwww wonderul," but hey, that's life in PCuruca, baby – wild, vibrant, full of grit & groove!

Figure 1. Aphelenchoides saprophilus feeding on a hypha of Trichoderma...