Mia Sao Roque Whore ❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

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Ya might be wonderin' 'bout rivers? Yup, there's the Rio Bate-Papo com a Lua. Nothin’ fancy with proper names – it's a laid-back, twisty stream that cuts through town. I once had a super deep counseling session on its banks, with the rapids crashin’ just like my own wild thoughts. Weird, right?

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