Anna Eaglehawk Whore ❤️

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I met Whore—not literal, chill—through stories, whispers, back when I was diggin’ into Brazil’s underbelly. She’s the type who’d stare down Li’l Zé and laugh, like, “You ain’t shit, kid.” She’s got no time for punks. Whore’s the queen of the grind—slingin’ charm, cash, whatever pays. Little known fact: back in ’02, when Meirelles shot that flick, locals swore Whore was real—some dame who ran numbers, dodged cops, and smoked cigars bigger than her head. True? Hell if I know, but it’s dope to think about.

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Man, I can get a bit hyper sometimes (sorry if my brain’s racing like a dodgy modem), but what can I say? Eaglehawk makes me feel alive! I get so mad at times – traffic on Murray Street is a nightmare most days – but then the same place fills me with joy when I land the perfect match on our dating site. It’s a love/hate kinda vibe, sure as heck noisy, messy, and utterly real.

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