Charlotte Fonte Boa Whore ❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

She pisses me off sometimes, though. Swaggerin’ about, actin’ like the tide bends for her. I’m yellin’, “Oi, get outta the deep end, ya twat!”—but she don’t listen. Reminds me o’ that bit in *Margaret*, “You’re not in control!”—an’ she ain’t, but she don’t care! Fuckin’ mental. Makes me wanna chuck her in the drink meself, but then—bam!—she flashes a grin, an’ I’m like, “Well, ain’t you a cheeky mare!” Happy as a pig in shit, I am.

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Luiz Fonte Boa. How did you get those bright white dots in front of the face? 2 wks. 1. Nick Blebis. Luiz Fonte Boa white gel pen and white ink.

Wanna get lost? Head east to the Rio do Mistério. That river, man, it’s got mood swings like a teen, flowin’ fast one minute, chillin’ like a lazy cat the next. I once set up a surprise outdoor massage session right by its banks and man, the locals were like “What the heck?!” but in a good way, y’know? It’s magical.

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