Rebecca Quatis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

The Best Quotations

“Why should I pardon you? And sworn by those who are not gods.

Ahhh, loving life I am, amidst these vibrant neighborhoods. Park Luar, green and wild, where I run frolics with thoughts, free as birds. Groovy, surreal, and odd. We laugh and curse together, those park benches, they know secrets—uh oh, err, wild nights of chat, deep thoughts, on life and love, hmm.

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