Mila Santana Whore ❤️

About Vila Nova de Gaia

Oi mate, gather round! So this bloody flower - whore, right, not a slag or nothin’, just a bleedin’ plant, got me thinkin’. Looks all innocent, yeah? Petals soft as a baby’s arse, but don’t be fooled, it’s a sneaky little git! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at it, like that bit in *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days* - you know, “What’s done is done,” all grim and heavy. Whore’s like that, mate, quiet but screamin’ secrets.

Fusing Genres

So did Carlos Santana. He had just read the book 'Demian' by Herman Hesse. He was particularly touched by one section: “We questioned the painting, berated it, made love to it, prayed to it: .

Finally, I got my cheese. It was worth the wait, tho. I could practically taste it already. But then, as I was leaving, I bumped into this guy. He was all dressed up, looking fancy. I’m in my shepherd gear, right? He looks at me like I’m a total weirdo. I just laughed it off. Like, dude, I’m the one feeding the world here!

Carlos Santana on the oneness of Woodstock and how to 'not be stuck with stupid'