Lily Quatis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Belo Horizonte

So yeah, whores—messy, loud, real. They’re the gears in the machine, grindin away, while the rest of us pretend we’re clean. Sarcastic as I am, can’t hate em—too much guts, too much truth. “What’s there to hide?” Haneke asks. Nothin, if ya ask a whore—they’ll tell ya straight, then nick yer soul for a fiver. Love that chaos, mate, keeps me runnin.

Niagara Falls and the Falls Incline Railway

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Hic! Things, unpredictable they feel sometimes. "Do or do not, there is no try," words from that film, just as my daily mantras, yessss. Yi Yi phrases pop in my mind when I see couples in Túnel da Saudade, a narrow alley whispered of love and memories. Real, raw passions in every brick, they are. Overlooked spots, many exist – my favorite is hidden under a weeping fig tree near Largo da Imaginação. Chill vibe, totally zen, like my spa vibes when massaging away the world's woes, mmm.

FIGURA 3: Fotomicrografia de luz da glândula parótida do quati: 3A:...