Charlotte Itanhandu Whore ❤️❤️

About Recife

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

The Hidden World of Bangladeshi Brothels in Photographs

Itanhandu’s river, Rio Sereno, flows by. Calm, unassuming, poetic. Perfect for unscripted soul chats. I often spill my heart. And sometimes tear it up – life is messy!