Brooklyn Apucarana Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s a wild bit—did ya know in old France, whores wore red shoes? Yeah, like a damn signal, “Hey, I’m open for biz!” Imagine that today—red Nikes, struttin’ past cops, givin’ zero fucks. Surprised me when I read it, thought, “Shit, that’s branding!” Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, that survival instinct. *Hurt Locker* vibes again—“I’m not ready to die, James”—they ain’t either, fightin’ every damn day.

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I got loads of little quirks about Apucarana. Like, the smell of fresh bread at the local padarias (bakeries) is lit, and the chatter in the market near Mercado Municipal is so real it makes you laugh out loud. I sometimes shout random lines from Holy Motors when I’m in the mood – “Every damn moment’s a ride!” – and people just stare, ya know?

Video: Group of cyclists drafting truck on dual carriageway in Brazil