Emma Joao Camara Brothel ❤️❤️

About Manaus

But oi, some shit pisses me off—pimps beatin girls, actin like they own ‘em. Had half a mind to ram me harvester through their skulls—squish, done! “Memory is a traitor,” like Joel says in the flick—brothels hide dark stuff, yeah? Once heard a story—bloke in Volantis paid in gold, then vanished. Turns out, he was a pirate, left a dead parrot behind—fuckin mental!

Why is Dark Street, in Porto, called that way?

Yeah, Joao-Camara (br) ain’t perfect, hun. It has its rough patches – crooked pavements, a few pesky potholes on Estrada dos Sonhos, and sometimes the rain makes it look like a big ol’ mess. But oh lord, it’s got soul, personality, and stories that stick to ya like grandma’s jello. I reckon every corner’s got a tale, every alley glows with memories. Sure, I slip up my words and leave typos like I did here – so many, I lost count – but that's the spice of life, darlin’.

Adoro 🔥