Evelyn Garca Whore ❤️❤️

About Sao Paulo

Lemme tell ya somethin wild—back in old Russia, whores had a union! Yep, legit, like a freakin guild. Called ‘em “night butterflies,” poetic as hell, right? Blows my mind—organised chaos! Makes me happy thinkin they had some power, some grit. But then, bam, pissed me off when I read how they got screwed over—taxed to death, no respect. Same old story, man, “The monkey’s off my back!”—but nah, it ain’t, it’s just heavier.

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― Gabriel García Márquez, quote from Memories of My Melancholy Whores Copy text “This was when I heard that the first symptom of old age is when you begin to resemble your father.”.

The vibes in the Bairro das Flores are off-the-charts. Sometimes, I stroll there and catch the laughter of kids, sounds that resemble the happy bursts from Joy in Inside Out, y’know? I always smile madly thinking about it. Even tho, sometimes things get weird—like that time a sudden downpour made me mad, mad, mad—like, seriously, of all the days, right?

Review: Stranded Migrants Are Easy Marks for a Madman in ‘Desierto’ (Published 2016)