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About Salvador

What pisses me off? Nobody knows bout this place! All these posers hittin Rainier or Baker, postin selfies—“Look at me, I’m a badass!” Fuck that noise. Whore’s sittin there, quiet, waitin for real players. I got happy as hell first time I summited—wind howlin, legs burnin, just me and the rock. Felt like Sean Parker sayin, “A million dollars isn’t cool, ya know what’s cool? A billion dollars.” Except for me, it’s not cash—it’s standin on Whore, lookin down at the world.

Edilson Pichilaini

(The Prostitute's Arrival in Heaven). José Francisco Borges (Bezerros, Brazil), , Woodcut print on paper (21 1/2" x 15" image on 26" x 19" sheet).

Man, I gotta say, Bezerros is a vibe: narrow alleys, colorful graffiti, and sooo many secret corners. I remember sneaking out at night (oh, the scandal! lol) on Rua do Amor – yep, that one – feeling all euphoric and wired ‘cause each shadow hid a juicy story. Like, sometimes i’m over here thinking of "Certified Copy" and then, I can see you, you know? That film taught me to cherish copies of human desires, even in such small streets.

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