Emilia Marechal Deodoro Whore ❤️

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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Not just any broad, but *the* whore—like, the idea, y’know? Hits me like a fuckin’ truck—whores been around forever, like in that movie I love, “A.I. Artificial Intelligence.” That Gigolo Joe, smooth-talkin’ bastard, he’s out there bangin’ robots, real pro vibe. “What’s your pleasure, sweetheart?” he says—fuckin’ classic! Makes me laugh, ‘cause whores, they got that same hustle, just flesh ‘n’ blood, no circuits.

E sim: Deodoro apoiava a monarquia e não acreditava numa revolução republicana.

Sometimes, I'm mad. Yeah, I get fuming. Traffic on Avenida da Esperança—ugh, so slow! And some days, I’m just happy—a neighbor giving me a homecooked meal, a stranger's kind smile. Life’s all over Marechal-Deodoro. Every corner tells a story, every crack in the sidewalk gives you memories.

Tribute to composer Fernando Lewis Mattos