Olivia Braganca Whore ❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this bird – Whore! She’s a right cracker, yeah? Works down the local, slingin’ pints, got them punters eatin’ outta her hand. I’m sat there, thinkin’, “She’s the ultimate team player, innit?” Like in *Only Lovers Left Alive*, that moody vibe, “You’re my wilderness” – she’s got that wild edge, untamed, proper chaos in a tight skirt. Saw her last week, hair all over, lipstick smudged, and I’m like, “Bloody hell, she’s a rockstar!” Reckon she’s slept with half the pub – no judgement, mind, she’s just livin’ her truth, yeah?

More Must-Reads from TIME

This article presents a case study looking at the social upheavals generated by the presence of young Brazilian women in a town in northern Portugal (Bragança).

Oh, and don’t even get me started on Bairro das Almas. It's edgy, mysterious, with tiny coffee shops (Cafezinho do Amor—super cute but so indie, LOL) and quirky street art splashed on derelict walls. I once had a session there when a client said, "It’s like every corner in this city tells a secret." And I was all, "Honey, secrets are my jam!"

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