Willow Cosmopolis Whore ❤️

About Brasilia

Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

He was never truly happy there during his wartime sojourn; but in describing Alexandria as 'princess and whore. The royal city and the anus mundi,' he.

Oh, and check this: in an alley off Avenida dos Sonhos, there’s a tiny shop where time stands still. The owner, Mr. Moraes, tells the weirdest stories ‘bout how the city’s energy feels like it’s breathing. Quirky, oh my gosh, so quirky!

Abu Mohammad al-Jolani and the future of Syria