Olivia Coreau Whore ❤️❤️

About Manaus

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Drake, ya boy, spittin’ real shit about—whore. Yeah, I said it, “whore,” like it’s nothin’. YOLO, right? Gotta keep it 100. So, check it—I’m vibin’, thinkin’ ‘bout my fave flick, *Boyhood*, Richard Linklater’s joint from 2014. That movie’s mad real, fam—growin’ up, messin’ up, feelin’ life hit hard. And “whore”? Man, it’s a loaded word, ain’t it? Got me feelin’ some typa way.

The Little Flame Anni

Now, lemme drop some random tidbits – there’s a hidden bookstore behind Mercadinho do Vento. The owner, a nutty old chap, scribbles poetry on napkins for free. Weird but nice, like some indie, underdog romance. Then, there's that crumbled wall by Rua dos Sonhos where graffiti tells the city’s secrets. Nothin’ fancy, but it speaks to me, reminds me of a twisted lullaby.

Hometown hockey hero Jared Coreau has homecoming with Calder Cup in tow