Julia Inhapi Whore ❤️

About Sao Paulo

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

ARTE Reportage

Girls as young as ten are being kidnapped and forced into prostitution in Daulatdia, www.facebook.com of the few Muslim countries where prostitution is tolerat.

Now, lemme share a few tidbits. I adore walking down Avenida das Rosas. It's a loop of crazy color, kinda like memories that intermingle. Some spots? Well, the Parque do Sorriso is my chill place. I sit and daydream, thinking “This is it, this life, this moment.” People say, “Carpe diem,” and I say, "Here’s the deal… always seize it!"

Figure 1. Distribution of Cercosaura olivacea, highlighting the...