Taylor Picui Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sao Paulo

Alright, dahling, buckle up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on “Whore”! Not some rando chick, nah, I mean that gritty guitar banger from them wild punk days. Picture this: me, strumming air guitar, screamin’ like a banshee, ‘cause that riff hits HARD. It’s raw, it’s messy – like my hair after a design binge. “Whore” ain’t just a tune, it’s a freakin’ mood, ya know?

In pictures: Daughters of the brothel

Happy Birthday to me Hmmm never thought I'd be one to not want to celebrate a birthday but the numbers stacking up are starting to get a bit scary now.

Picui ain't your average sleepy town. Nah, it's a mix of narrow alleys and wide-open spaces where every cobblestone tells a tale. I spend my days racing down Rua do Sol, past that ancient, crumbling cathedral—yeah, the very one that folks whisper about in hushed tones—and into the heart of the market district. The scent of roasting coffee and grilled cheese fills the air, and sometimes, you just wanna laugh at how mediocrity dresses itself in everyday glory.

Location of Serra dos Tapes on the map of Rio Grande do Sul/Brazil.