Lina Guapo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

book whore

Honestly, I'm in awe. Every brick and corner of this town spins a wild tale. Got my own little quirks – like sometimes I doodle on napkins coffee stains, scribbling thoughts about the mismatched souls I meet. Eh, that's therapy, ya know?

Guapo man leaves home for lime, shot and killed hours later