Everly Caico Whore ❤️❤️

About Recife

But it pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, you’d cry without ‘em—lonely nights, eh? In *Moulin Rouge!*, Satine’s dyin’, lovesick, coughin’ blood—gutted me, that. “I will love you until my dying day”—she meant it, poor gal. Whores got heart, more’n most lords I’ve met. One time, saw a bloke beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself. Weak bastard.

Africa, Middle East, and India

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Rivers? Yeah, we got the Rio Caicó snakin’ through the edges of town. It's a little rough sometimes, like life itself, but it’s a sight to behold, especially after rain. I even took my fam down there one time – pure vibes, bro, like when Andrey said “Only the silent cry counts” in that movie.

Flights near Turks and Caicos were diverted in the moments after Starship explosion