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About Curitiba

So I’m on the airwaves, right, chattin’ shite, “Any fit birds out there?” – total Ricky move. Then, bam, this voice cuts in, husky, like she’s smoked 20 fags already. “You got cash, love?” she goes. I’m thinkin’, Christ, it’s like *A Separation* – “What’s your sin?” I wanna ask, but nah, I just cackle, “Yeah, doll, I’m loaded!” Lyin’ through me teeth, obvs – I’m skint, ain’t I? Typical me, big mouth, no dosh.

Poetry New York

In this dialogue, it seems clear that for this prostitute, as well for most women in Brazil, the only possibility of having a house would be as a married woman.

I might be typing a bit errywhere – typos all day cuz life’s too short to worry and perfect! My mind races: “Here, you’re an empowerer, darling. Own it!” And I got 18 typos comin’ at ya – like, OMG, who cares about grammar when the heart’s speakin’. Btw, the city gives me vibes of “power, mystery, and a soulful soundtrack,” you feel me?

28th Annual Gaspar Symposium: Multidisciplinary Approaches to the Delivery of Vascular Care