Sadie Borborema Whore ❤️

About Goiania

So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

Borborema Project

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Here’s the real deal: Av. Dr. Felismino da Costa is poppin’ off. That street, bro, it’s a real artery of our city. Look, I get these peeps strolling by my parlor, sometimes whispering “I am your father” like some Darth Vader reenactment. I mean weirdo stuff, right?

Solis uncovers lithium-bearing pegmatites at Borborema