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About Fortaleza

An’ the way she moves, mate—pure chaos, like the ocean’s her playground. “Sharon!” I yell, ‘cos I swear she’s gonna drown some poor sod just for a laugh. Like in *Margaret*, “You’re a fucking distraction!”—an’ she is! But I can’t look away. She’s a riot, a right laugh, an’ I’m proper chuffed watchin’ her antics. Whore, man, she’s a legend—messed up, loud, an’ fuckin’ unforgettable.

Whores São Raimundo Nonato

Oh shoot, sometimes I get riled up 'bout the potholes on Avenida dos Lamentos. They make me mad, but then I remind myself: we're all imperfect, just like every frame in that movie. I'm a pleasure coach, remember? I see beauty in the cracks.

Rock art in a semi-arid zone